Will for Words

Pent up and well spent

Here I rant and vent

Again this pen; ink bled

dries upon pages not read

Words once given were sent

Story hands ache each night

Tears shift loose past sight

Vain is the ocean deep

Empty dream that heart keeps

Is there will to fight?

Arise and fly once more

New skies call to shore

Wisp of wind speak now -

Soft to hard set brow

turn keys to open doors

Let skill imbue this quill

Let not heart be still

Some ears may turn away

Deaf to all you say

Hold onto your own will