Writers We

Ones

only few can know

even fewer choose to understand

Residing in a place

where movement of mind and spirit

roams the beyond of shadows

arresting the possible

forward to the obvious

Pursuing the why of what

that haven the inner-self finds comforting    

where once lurked but a dark flirtation

with that revelation beneath life’s facade

now of joy laboring fearlessly

amidst inner-light and vision

What Only Few Have Known

now reaches out to many who yearn to know

All that is necessary

is at our fingertips

ready to become a voice

for many of mute spirit

starving to escape

echoless halls of stagnation

conscious of their shackled impotence

yet unaware beneath the fear

expression awaits liberation

And so it continues

With pencil in hand

we return to the page

not as saviors

but as needful messengers