I Write Poetry. . . . .

I write poetry for myself
It's what I need to do
See. . .  I have trouble sometimes
Speaking words from me to you.

I write in lilting rhyme
To tell you how I feel
Make no mistake as you read
My feelings are . .  very real.

My heart may be heavy burdened
Or it may be light as air
I may write with anticipation
Or pen words without a care.

But no matter the circumstance
My words are written down
They come from a special place
And they utter not a sound.

In my head and heart they live
Uniting to "sing my song".
If I pen them quickly, you see
They'll live my whole life long.

But if I tarry, but just a bit
The words will whirl around 
And quickly the "winds" will carry them
Their passage wayward bound.

So, I write in lilting rhyme
To tell you how I feel.
Make no mistake as you read
My feelings are  . . .  very real.