Sometimes it is something that happened
or a quote I read,
which inspires me
and the words that I write.
Sometimes it is my emotions,
the tears,
the joy,
the feelings,
which seem to come from
nowhere,
but I know
come from deep within.
Sometimes
the wounds open
for unexpected reasons,
like remembering the
day I was adopted
or the days my parents died.
Sometimes it is the memories of joy
like the day my wife proposed
or my son flew up
for the first time.
Sometimes it is the injustice
like when people are killed
as a result of hatred
and injustice.
There is not a thing
which inspires me
to speak, write, or create.
It just flows,
like a river of energy
which flows from within
and finds its way through
my heart, mind, and soul
and ultimately through
my fingers.
If my sharing makes a difference,
touches your heart
and inspires you, then
I am grateful the Universe
is using me
as a conduit to bring
us together.