My thoughts mingle within a nook,

they spill on the pages of this composition book,

floating deep within the darkest part of my mind,

Like unpolished diamonds in a forgotten mine.

 

During the day poetic thoughts hide like vampire bats,

My mind crowded with too many tasks,

At night, it’s really when they snap:

As I lie in bed, consciousness and slumber in a fight,

My thoughts are spreading their wings for the flight,

Woosh! Jumping and bouncing off each other in the caverns of my mind,

You see, this onslaught of words doesn’t happen all the time.

Some words flow easily and they might even rhyme!

Some thoughts shine like sun rays in a tempestuous sky,

Some thoughts reveal the grime hidden within my mind,

flowing out mischievously like naughty water nymphs,

Thoughts so puzzling they read like ancient hieroglyphs.

 

So whatever the time,

At all hours of the night,

They rap at the door of my mind,

beckoning me to open my eyes,

I must write down the words,

before the thought dies.

They don’t always make sense

Although I can make a guess

Now don’t get me wrong, thinking I’m sly,

most of the time, I’m rather quite shy.

But when using my pen and paper as armor,

I can let go of all those worries and anxious clamor.

 

But enough about me, how about you?

What do you have to lose?

Don’t allow yourself to live in the dark,

allow your thoughts to embark,

you’re mind is like an animal, it needs nurture and love

It might be less like a bat and more like a dove,

and you never know what literary garden you might be hiding,

the beauty your mind holds is worth finding.

Copyright  © Sonia A., 2013