Writing Poetry

With age I learned the magic

For turning wailing into waiting

With the flick of my wrist.

A beautiful exercise

My heart moving this wand of lead

In infinite intricate patterns.

A sweet addiction

Getting stronger

Each time I indulge.

A welcomed door

For my claustrophobic soul

Threatening to tear through my toes.

A transformation

From the silence in one

To music for the masses.

A lesson in patience

There is still so much to learn

And a lifetime is not so long to wait.