The Beginning

With all that happened

my brain had begun to stumble

under the pressure of

the overwhelming thoughts

And a familiar itch

wrapped each finger

So sweet and comforting

but foreign in the sense

that it had long been missed

Fear stepped before me

and almost mis-guided my steps

the passing boats had been

silent for months

Did I dare trespass these waters again?

My pen flinched as I grasped it

and instinct told me

that pure nonsense would spew forth

and none would be impressed.

But simply put,

my guts were wrong

Thank you, my Father in Heaven

for blessing me with such a night

as this

and many muses to gaze upon.