It wasn’t easy. Words didn’t want to come.
Like unwanted puppies forsaken years ago.
They barked at me and escaped my tender hands
Outstretched to pet their proud bellies and tails.
“You didn’t want us,” they angrily complained.
“You left us stuck in your nerves and veins
You trapped us in your head
No way to express ourselves!
And now you’re back
To dig us out
To throw us up and down
Like a circus clown
On the sheets of your liquid crystal mind.
No, we won’t let you play with our rhythm and beat
No, we won’t run and yield to your deceitful feet
Go away!”
Yet, soon they came
And looked for my fingers to lick.
They climbed on my chest and let my breath
Shape their long-forgotten names.
Just as it was before
They hopped and crawled
They jumped back and forth
Scrolled down the page
In a fiery monologue.
Just under my fingers
Just before my eyes
The world fell apart
And a new one came to life.
My Words and I
Became One.
My noisy pups came back to me
And I returned to be
Their bitch—
A Poetess.