Words come in fits and starts
Tug of war with the thoughts happening,
Each one set forth in a meticulous manner,
Most happiest when set free in chaos.
Between the sheets the stories born,
Given birth by dreams and conversations,
By memory and faith-
Pieced together with a loving hand
Created to serve those who seek.
Page after page stacked
Through sweat and favor of a moment free,
Crossed out, erased, then restated
Trying to find the place for it to fit,
When stacked amongst the classics
It grows aware of what it represents,
Standing proud in its smallness
Grateful for having been set in ink at all,
And these meager words found when least expected,
A quiet yet excited understanding,
For what lay between the sheets rises
Blown by the wind of chance,
Given in a spirit free
Shared just because it is enough.