Sometimes words pop into my head
Effortlessly and it begins to thread
And weave into something I wasn’t expecting.
Something like a poem or story I’m telling.
Then all of a sudden I’m super distracted
By the words flowing so smoothly. I feel I contracted
Some type of illness that lets my words flow,
My mind goes free and my pen just goes.
It’s funny sometimes because I notice
When I have things to do I tend to focus
On the ease of words and rhymes flowing.
Most of the time I don’t even know where this is going.
So I just let my pen in hand do the talking.
These thoughts don’t move fast, it feels like they’re walking
And taking their time picking my brain
Of the right words to say and to be able to explain
That when I allow my pen to keep moving,
I feel this energy, it’s something soothing.
Like I’m doing what I’m meant to do, which explains the ease.
It’s my superpower, it feels like I’m freed.
It’s amazing how things just work the way they do.
When you let go and you feel an energy fly through you.
Like a river my thoughts are put onto paper;
Free flowing, unstoppable, one with my nature.
It’s a beautiful feeling, I truly am blessed
To have the ability of not putting some thoughts to rest.
