Empowers
Perhaps that want to see that light
at the end of the tunnel
as the old saying goes
or the light in a person’s eye
when she reds a line
she relates to
tbe glow in one’s features
as she enjoys words
as one might enjoy hearing
as bird’s song.
Perhaps this is what empowers me.
Maybe to visualize the fame
I dream to have
the recognition of my name
by someone unknown to me
to have meaning to my name
as a stranger across the world
would put with my persona
like the last piece of a jigsaw.
Perhaps this is what empowers me.
It could be the filling of pride
like helium filling a balloon
for a children’s party
inflating me
with the warmth of my words
the pondering of thoughts
inscribed on white lined paper
scribbled by a blue pen.
Perhaps that is what empowers me.
The final product –
elated with it –
it must be the same feeling
Orpheus had when he played the lyre
And then that moment
the one of contentment
when I look down and see my thoughts
described as if by an artist
not scrambled in my head.
Perhaps that is what empowers me.