I tried to nap today but the words flooded my mind interrupting my rest.
I was tired but they were screaming to be written and would not be ignored.
The words dance through my head,
To pause and lift the pen to paper interrupts their purest flow.
They remind me of tiny fireflies contained in a jar,
Constantly beating their wings against the glass needing to escape.
The words, they must be written,
For if I deny them their release my mind will have little rest.
Photo by Lilly Schelling © 2015
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