Rejected Gift...

The angst of whether to publish or not

Words flow from my pen.
They speak to me but I deny their meaning.
My heart, in the shadows overhears
and accepts the truth and the pain.
The pain becomes a throb, the throb
becomes my heart beat. My mind
cries out, my body writhes .
My soul steps in, “ surrender “.
Words of truth return to my page
My penance is to never deny
the gift of inspiration. Somewhere
out there in the teaming masses
is a soul waiting, since the beginning
of time, for those words
to give meaning to his life.