My Problem With Words

Thoughts explode in my brain Like fireworks….. How I want them to come out in words And fall in line Like disciplined cadets, On ceremonial parade Or like dancing dervishes! But alas, my words are stuck Somewhere in the winding track Of the trachea…They are handcuffed! Silence sleeps between words and words And my mute music lies inert in my mind As a woman full with child Impatient to see her babe's tender face I long for my words to come out To see them aligned into a rhyme Chrysalis of emotions Taking wings into butterflies Who can tell it won't carry a message A message of hope and love That it turns into a healing therapy For many a wearied soul! How I envy the ones Who with deft strokes of their pen String words into beautiful clusters With images coalescing on every line And metaphors dancing in rhythmic steps When words come to me They seldom come in the right order What I do is write and rewrite Strike off and write again I am casted to be a Penelope Weaving and unweaving Sometimes I wonder If I am Moses Who reached up the doorway But fated not to enter The Promised Land!