Speaking My Mind

When I’m alone, I think.

When I think, I start to form words.

But then, those words become bigger and bigger; more and more.

I begin to thread those words together, into long lines.

As if it was popcorn on a string during Christmas.

Thread and thread.

Those words slowly become sentences.

And then a final phrase.

A phrase of words that mean something.

Some people may call that poetry.

A work of art.

I simply call it

Speaking

My

Mind.