words on a string

                                    “I can’t freakin think of what to write. This is too hard.” 

Thank you, fellow student, for the inspiration.                

                   really. 

It brought a dream, a vision of reality. I’ll paint it for you;

play the words, 

pray for truth, 

write it blunt,

shut the stupid voice in your brain and write what comes, its easy

just like poetry. 

Just

Write. 

Hook a string from your fingers to your thinking, lift the string and watch the fingers type, up and down, back and forth.

Its an instinct, you just need some training; fingers don’t

speak often—sometimes you need practice. So if it takes some time,

If it takes some practice.

Don’t worry,

It will come,

Your soul just needs to work your fingers into shape.

And maybe your thoughts just a little bit too.

And your courage,

But that part’s easy. 

It comes just like poetry,

Tugged from your thoughts by that string around your tongue,

By that string knotted to your heart,

and by the string that’s working your fingers up and down, back and forth.

Across the keyboard.

Just.

Words will come.  They always do. 

keep writing.

everett Mills