I am filled with words even when I feel like my mind went blank – I immediately observe. Then think.
My technique has a couple holes; still, God knows my heart and soul.
Inspired by the little things [it’s where the signs are] and I’m taking it in.
Clutching the pure joy it brings; as so, I grasp the many blessing of its memory.
Slowly healing each scar; I’m confident that I don’t have that far.