From deep inside where demons and dreams reside,
a vision seeks to be poured onto a page,
not with paint or colors, but words.
My words.
Quieting my anxious self,
Releasing perfection to allow an escape,
they surface on the screen
as if by some magician’s alchemy.
At times, they stare at me
in gratitude of liberation,
issued from my being
to linger elsewhere.
But mostly they smile,
Winking a challenge.
Prodding me beyond complacency,
appealing for more.
I chose to write,
a wise and wondrous employment.
I now keep company with words
And give them a place to dwell.
December 10 – Wisdom Wisdom. What was the wisest decision you made this year, and how did it play out? (Author: Susannah Conway)
To Create... 
I continue to be amazed by your choice of words and how you put them together. I should really figure out how to be a poet someday. Took a class when I was about 25 and probably the best I can say is I provided a little comic relief. I begged off last night – blogging that my wise decision was to go to bed and try to get my health back instead of writing! 🙂