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)

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