My train of thought, at times, exceeds my writing
for words can’t bridge the gap from soul to mind
how often they lose context in their meaning
lost somewhere in their form and their design
Every day we circumvent restrictions
looking for the balance in our voice
every piece we write has our inflection
hidden somewhere in the background noise.
First an idea rises to the surface
then we decide if others will relate,
the words start coming faster, thoughts are racing
but just as quickly they can dissipate...
and there is no retrieving once they’ve vanished
crippling us before we leave the gate.
© Ginny Brannan 2023
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