The Words

The words need to flow

From the back of my mind

Down to my head

And right through my spine

The words need a rhythm

With something I can see

A subtle tip-taping 

A song just for me

The words need more passion

To fuel what's told

Instead of just mourning 

The joy in the old

It needs to keep going

No stopping for me

But also, I need to stop

Using the word me

The words need a story

That makes my hands shake

So I have a reason

To push them from the lake

The lake of my mind

That flows from my spine

Moving all over my body inside

The words need an anchor

To tie down my thoughts

So they get to the end

Without getting lost

The words need a poem

The words need a place

A story for the words

A reader can embrace