Stray Thoughts....

Whenever I’m down or feeling blue, I’m inspired to write, it’s what I do. Sometimes a poem will appear, maybe two or three. Sometimes nonsense will come from inside of me. It’s not about any one person or thing It’s the result of what the feelings bring. When I write, a part of me comes out The writing shows that I’m full of doubt. Feelings and thoughts often collide Feelings and thoughts that I cannot put aside. I write what comes to mind But the words aren’t always kind. Don’t think less of me when you read, About the stray thoughts that are freed. Writing is my outlet, it’s my tool. Even though it comes from a fool. I could write forever and not express what I know. That my thoughts are both my friend and my foe. My thoughts are wild and unclear I could go on and on but I’ll end it here.