Breathe in, time again for my words to flow free,
Breathe out, try to assess and coordinate the thoughts out of the torment of my head.
Attention span of a butterfly in a field in blossoming spring,
Dreams float alive like smoke rising from the fire within,
So time again to reach inside, for strong silk wrapped words,
like an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove, if only they knew the battles I've fought.
Strong, yet so weak, alone, yet surrounded by him, pensive yet passive,
Ramblings of my heart, spilled by my mind, in the river that is my life passing.