Renda Writer - Felt Tip Poem by Renda Writer

I felt the tip of the felt tip
Pen
I feel needs at the same time that I feel an inability
To bring those needs into the picture
These obstacles
Require careful thinking
Where there's a will,
There's a way
I told this to my Mom on the phone

Why not fill a page?
Why not go from here?

Questions of free will
Question the pill
You take
when you fulfill
Your fate
With the taking
Of a pill

There's money at stake
Words pay bills
In a perfect world

This is perfectly normal

Normally
I would have said something by now
I'm feeding the Winter inside me

Birds have beaks
And some birds speak

A page is a canvas
The blank is the bank
Fill it in

Buidl from within
Bring the inward outward
Onward and upward.
On and on

Came in through the cat door
Backed into more
I'll finish when I'm done

Inhale it all
The tale is tall
Available for the call
Call your own shots and keep going
I'm going home from here
Crystal ball almost clear