
I'M BACK!! I know it's been a long while since I've been on xanga and I'm not even sure anyone uses this anymore. However, this is a place I can use as an outlet for my writing. A lot has happened over the past year and I'm not going to bore you with the details....just letting you know, I'm back and writing again.
HEART SONG By: Mary Elisabeth
There are a
million and one words floating inside my head
A million
words trying to leak their way through my system
Wanting so
badly to grace my hand and bleed out onto this page
But they
don’t make sense, not to me, not now, not this moment
Yet they
refuse to wait their turn, their silent whispers are static to my ears
Static
coming from an AM radio station, they want me to sing their song
I can’t hear
the music, I don’t know the words….the lyrics are just letters
My head is a
scrabble board knocked on the floor and left in shambles
Where do I
start? What do I write? Will anyone read it?
If I close
my eyes I can almost make out the words on the page
They want to
be written, they want to be understood
I squeeze my
eye tight, frustration sets in, I’m near sighted and they’re miles away
The eye
chart fifth row, I want to read you but you’re just out of focus
Yes it’s
better in lens one then two, three then four, five then six
It’s not
enough I can’t see them, their song will be lost, and the dream will vanish
I want to
understand, but it’s not time, I can’t grasp your concept…give me the time
Words
flowing quicker than I can think; words deeper than I can comprehend
If I slit my
wrist will you come pouring out onto the page, would that make you happy?
A dream
written in blood, is it still a dream or has the line between dream and
nightmare been crossed
Can a dream
without a dreamer exist at all? Can a song without a writer be sung?
I feel my
hand start to dance across the page, like a deaf woman dying to hear the music
I don’t know
what the song sounds like, but I can feel it to my very soul
These words,
this dream will be realized, in spite of my ignorance and fear
I might not
understand but it’s my desire to try that keeps them pushing, pouring out my
finger tips
Ready or not
I’m being propelled into something greater, creating something so sweet
Something
only my heart could write, something that could only be understood by my soul
When I open
my eyes the static is but a distant memory, a buzz I barely mind
And on the
page before me…lies my hearts song…
Until next time... 
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