To Break Free and Spill Out...

To break free and spill out... To weep words onto paper, To shake myself—to straighten up... To step out—from the ranks.

To fall from the circle—to break loose... Softly closing my eyes... And finally to cleanse myself— With all the whiteness of the page.

To fill myself with the Muses' mystery— Drawing with delicate strokes. My soul—my captive— To release it from the nest...