If you persist
The words will eventually come
Keep striding
Untiring
They’ll spill out onto the page
Bringing Life
Longing
Unshed tears
Unearthed from your soul
Birthed as prayers
And unsung songs
Taking residence in a world
Of their own
Exhale
Then they’re gone
Excised bits of marrow and bone
A necessary rending
Left undone
It becomes wrenching
Unbearable barrenness
An ardent remedy is ready:
The words are the thing
