Before

Posted on by Reena Saxena

moments
catch off guard
cause a churn
spill out as words
I don’t know what is
inspiration

a thought or remark
a memory sparked
a wound that hurts
a fire that burns
without a care or
consternation

it fears not
reprisal or response
a comma or pause
for a worthwhile cause
changes the sentence; not
expression

it may feel empty later
but who cares
it leads to more
till creativity ensnares
a brush, fingers or pen
Liberation

Sunday Confessionals

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