Delightfull pain

Slowly I sigh, to the rythem i rhyme ,

slowly i see, all the passion in me,

unable to hold, all my words unfold,

forming a seed , with patience I proceed,

I try to reach heaven, with the flashes of my pen,

writing what I hear , the ink born of the tear,

enchanted by the sorrow , silently I follow,

humbly I am used, poetic yet confused,

to fill my appetite, I am falling while in flight ,

holding on until the end , I follow with my pen,

so i know what i need , it is to feel as you read,

with the want to be heard , i come forth and share these words,

because every time I write, my pain is smothered with delight....