by VaShon J. Brown

A single word
and it's growing.
Words, one after another
keeps on flowing.
What's to come next
is a mystery and never knowing.
My mind is like energizer,
it keeps going and going.
Looking outside
I see the wind is blowing.
Letters are enscripted in the blue sky
but it's not clear what the words are showing.
Squinting my eyes
to make the words clearer for me to see,
It's getting cloudy
and it's ruining my visibility,
almost erasing the letters from the sky
blocking me from expressing my creativity.
I feel as if my mind is playing tricks on me.
The words are still there for me,
although the sprinkles of rain
has made them blurry.
I can feel the words 
beginning to fall around me in a fury.
A downpour of letters 
falling gracefully.
I can see them clear again,
the words one by one, are making sense to me.
These words, my words 
are something I cannot begin to explain.
It's like blossoming flowers 
with serene rays of sunshine 
and rhythmic drops of rain.

Words by VaShon J. Brown

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