I write to capture sentiments
like caterpillars in a glass jar;
words evolve into sentences, as
thoughts crystallize and acquire meaning;
bleeding out in black ink against white
my reverie captured in cursive:
a glacier, still and yet
melting into a crescive stream
flowing over pebbles
that are many centuries old;
gushing, words flow
a babbling brook in pursuit of a downhill path,
a river, burgeoning and untamed
powerful enough to sweep me away.
I write till my fingers ache
and my heart forgets to;
writing
to capture my thoughts
I realise
I am setting them free.
– Lizanne Marie Raphael
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