I will write it, I know I will, but
The thoughts are not yet ripe.
It takes time.
They are lingering in the back of my mind.
I can feel their presence,
Taste their flavor, and
Feel them in my soul.
The words to express my thoughts are
Getting closer and stronger but
I am almost afraid of them
Because I know when they are ready,
They will flood my will and overwhelm me.
There will be no stopping the tide.
The words will flow through me as they are not of my making alone.
They are thoughts and ideas that have a need to be born into this world
And I am only the wielder of the pen,
The keeper of the words.