The Words

The words don’t want to come tonight.
I feel them though, trapped inside my keyboard,
just beneath my waiting fingers – wandering spirits
who once again lost their way home, they
tease and taunt my poet’s soul with each keystroke.

But wait. Perhaps they’re not so much lost, as just
unwilling to be found. I push toward understanding –
I’ve been using them lately, instead of letting them use me.
Forcing them instead of allowing them to come as they will,
to work their magic in my restless, broken heart.

As I close my eyes to sleep tonight,
I’ll invite them into my dreams to be within,
to cleanse and free and move me once again
into those places of healing and love – those places
where only words can take me.

3/29/24