Oh, pain – pain of patience drawing the fruit from me.
How I hate you;
How I love you!
Without you I forget myself;
Abide and I revere too much.
You cause pangs from deep within – for need of bless’d relief from silent voids in speech and mind, for bursts of new creation.
You catalyze thoughts in me that stir me into out-letting;
Why not come when I am wild instead of now when I stand tamed?
Time is precious, I cannot waste it.
Boredom – blessing you are to me;
I will write to set you free