Journey of Words

The poet treads a different path
On his journey home,
The path unfolds word by word
And often times alone.
His heart sorely burns within
For written on his walls,
Are words willed into his pen,
That echo in his halls.
Purging storms rage throughout,
Words flex and freely flow,
Then dry times bring a drought,
Still, there are words that grow.
Words that pine, burn and yearn
From bedrock in his soul,
Impatiently pout
And sometimes shout
For their starring role.
Every step of every word
Is one more step towards home…
One more step, one more word,
To a finished poem!

Sharon Frye
8-31-02