just a spill

  
 
   
    writing; in so many words, one's laying the soul bare; it's all internal; nothing one wears; registering a string of notes to share  
   
   at times it may or may not come across clear; expressions of perhaps too much care; a "place holder" for an overdue embrace from peace to hold dear  
   
  the "wing(s)" when one writes; is like the string to one's kite; far gone at such a height; til the bulb get's its light;  
   
but in the end.... some would trade in every page; if it meant a "fulfilling life"....very unlikely  
 
 
more times than not; pain is the source