buried treasure

perusing blogs this morning, i found a poem at Seedlings in Stone and decided to write one of my own. thank you L. L. Barkat for the inspiration.

i found
my heart
in the middle
of a novel,
struggling against
the dark and stormy night
in my soul,
chasing away
the lie-- i can’t,
fingers rattling across
the keyboard
of an old
laptop,
words rushing out like
an arizona flash
flood,
every sentence
bringing freedom,
surprised to find
the truth someone
already knew:
“you’re a story person”

a link to L. L.'s blog post: Seedlings in Stone: Song of Myself