The Gift

"The Gift"

I hear it rattling in my head, ringing in my ears,
it stings, it itches, it pushes and it pulls,
it spears me with pain, but there is no greater rush,
no higher high, even now I tingle with an undesirable excitement only "The Gift" can grant,
inspired by the air, enlightened by life, and tested by love,
all give reference to the words from which we speak,
those cursed and blessed words that keep us up at night,
that wont let us sleep until they are given the opportunity to tell their story,
only those with "The Gift" can understand the force of the words exploding from the essence from our hearts and souls,
when I am surrounded by pain and sorrow, when I am overwhelmed with happiness,
when I have been defeated in battle by love
or when love has laid down its death dealing sword at my feet "The Gift" finds me, it captures me, an aura of expression engulfs me and I don't gain my liberation until the words have used their vessel to serve its purpose,
This isn't bestowed to all, I am blessed to be among the chosen, we are who we are, we are unique, assigned for a higher purpose and granted "The Gift"


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