A thought first begins
as a feeling or notion
filled both with longing
and unbridled emotion
how to say it give it wings
teach it to fly
how we struggle with words
how we try and we try
until suddenly there
on the branch of our brain
a small
lovely bird
lands and sings a refrain
“I am passion I am sorrow
I am love I am loss
I’m the price that you pay
no matter the cost
I am words that become
what you’re feeling inside
I am truth that no longer
Is willing to hide I speak in
a voice that is velvet and steel
I’m the art of the image
and I will make you feel.”
– Susan A. Katz (All rights reserved)