Get ready, inked letters.

     Clearing away the dust. Looking
past the hurt. Finding the way back,
away from the dark corner.  My eyes
adjust.

     Swinging open the covers and here
is my voice once more. The words written
once again. Lines and lines covered
with the words, the emotions I left tied
up.

     Looking around. The first steps are
always hesitant and yet here I leap
forward. No fear holds me back.
No worries weigh me down because my
Father, Jehovah is wiping them away.

    Silently I gasp over the freedom
of air. The lightness I feel. Slightest
change is opening wider and wider
the necessary.

    Oh how I trip over my own feet but
laughter escapes and joy follows.
Indeed a release of pressure. Yes
I feel expressions explode.

   The hand cannot keep on point with
all the words demanding attention on
parchment. Indeed the night finds no
yawns even though the morning hours
are just seconds away. Still to stop
would halt a great many proses that
attempt to sing, loudly, within my
spirit. Ah ha the necessity to wait.

    Just those few torturous hours of
dreams will hold at bay a billion words
scrambling for a voice. Yes one more
day will explode with light and inked
letters.

                Get ready.