I Write

I am still finding my voice.

After many years, many forms and many inspirations.

I am still finding my voice.


Sometimes it comes quick.

Like a torrent that I try to tap

with a few feeble words.


Sometimes it is simply gone.

I feel dried up, used and empty.

It has vanished along with my will

to capture it

to render it

to make it whole.


I spent years trying to perfect and mold

what I wanted to say.

Then I realized

I am still finding my voice.