I Must

Some words come to me as a rose

come dipped in fire and ash

smudges of remnant musings

half formed and persistent.

Some thoughts dangle in the back of my mind

slithering back in and out of their cave

sometimes blue or red or yellow

bleeding and shouting and joyful to be heard.

My hand trembles and I feel

doubtful and lacking and hanging on the verge of something

almost quite there.

I don’t know what will pour out

or if anything is willing

to step out and be brave

but I must,

I must write.

Published on my poetry Instagram account, @k.olivlainez.poetry