Cleaning our home office has yielded the discovery of many treasures, such as this poem. I had long forgotten its existence, but when I found it, I remembered the point when I came to the epiphany that in neglecting my writing, I had neglected a part of who I am. It’s not always easy to find time to write, and the world around me often leaves me unable to sneak in even a few sentences, but I need it as often as I can. I need words.
Words…
wrought with anger,
dripping with tears,
pure intensity.
The salvage of me.
And who am I?
Don’t you see?
I am Frankenstein’s creation…
dead pieces melded together.
Now bring me to life!
A perversion of self,
no longer who I used to be.
Now bring me to life!
Can I again use words
to find my inner self?
Can words bring me back to life?
My soul has no voice.
My heart bereft of inspiration.
I need the words…life.
Terri L. Harper
Copyright 2005
caverns of my mind 