AFFLICTION

I have this condition

Be it blessing or curse

That most of my thoughts are in rhyme.

I don’t think this affliction

Could possibly be worse

When I can’t write my words down in time.

The thoughts in my head

Make so much more sense

When the pattern is something I feel.

And usually my thoughts

Are much more intense

When I find that my soul needs to heal.

I don’t think this affliction

Could possibly be worse

When I can’t write my words down in time.

It’s the same when emotions

Are running on high

And my happiness can’t be contained.

I turn to my rhymes

On which I rely

To keep passions from being restrained.

I don’t think this affliction

Could possibly be worse

When I can’t write my words down in time.

So if you see me scrambling

To find scraps of paper

To capture the thoughts in my soul…

Know I’m cheering or rambling –

We’ll celebrate later

Once my mind – and my heart – are both whole.