Writing Session

I need to write, I need to write

the air told me I need to write.

Yesterday the heat energized my skin

deep down into the pores I heard it say

all sorts of lines, the chest pounding like the drums.

I walked and walked

and found myself beating the bad thoughts with

I need to write, I need to write.

The air died down to hometown smooth cool beats,

and the wind came down and told me I need to write.

It put my little princess down to sleep and

closed the eyes of my husband,

and I sat and I sat

and found myself running with thoughts,

I need to write, I need to write.

So much to fill the page with,

souls returning, life forming.

I am healing my mind, come find me creator,

I want to remember the path you once gave me a long time ago.

Come find me healer, I am ready now.

I am here as your pupil now.

I will not suffer self-subjection, now.

I cannot afford to now.

There is a little growing soul that I watch over now.

I am not alone now.

I am your pupil now, let me write, let me write.

There is always time to write,

when you need to write.