From Inside

my mind is a deep dark well

my past lives fuel my thought

my fingers are but a rusty spigot

and that’s where the words get caught

some make it to the page

some are later cast aside

some are held and coddled dearly

these fluid offerings from inside

some days there’s barely a dribble

everything is parched and dry

tumbleweeds of doubt graze freely

as the sun beats down from the sky

other days the source is relentless

a deluge from a depthless tide

a slip way for the perverse and obtuse

this profane torrent from inside

the dark below me the light above

direction is purely by choice

i let it move me let it soothe me

i will renounce or i will rejoice

it is from within these murky depths

i cast my nets far and wide

hoping to catch something special

in this gentle flood from inside

the subtle current offers a clarity

a simple stillness elsewhere unfound

the depths offer quiet behind the noise

a melody behind the sound

this is all i have to give

it’s not much i must confide

but it flows freely like a country stream

soft babblings from inside