A desire to express our deepest thoughts and yet...
We are never certain of how to relate these in words,
Still, we stumble through, not wanting to feel regret.
I discovered my yearning to display my soul,
Through rhyme and verse and prose.
When the Poetress emerged, forsaking motherhood,
A new awakening had now arose.
My life, my loves, my tales of woe,
My pen gives into the wondrous feast.
One verse right after the other,
Feelings screaming to be released.
All that was sacred and hidden too deep,
Now spews forth like the tides that rush to shore.
My life has taken a new direction, the need grows,
To rid myself of the hidden truths that I abhor..
So, I write, giving in to the need for expression,
Healing the hurt, re-living the pain.
Exorcising the demons that haunt within,
That threatened to drive me insane.
I am encouraged by sweet inspiration,
I am allowed silent promises of newfound delight.
I draw on my intimate desire to communicate,
Letting all my fantasies take flight.
I have thrown all caution to the winds of change,
Allowing free rein to the Poetress inside.
Giving and taking all my due,
My heart and soul never again to be denied.
Debbie Dodson
May 19, 2000
