Writing: Poems from the Heart #8

Words
never fail
to set sail
confused jumbled thoughts 
and connect the dots
making sense
of life.

Words
scurry around
without a sound
organize themselves
one
by
one
on a page.

Words
an inner force
guides them.
I know not
the source
but
it is a gem.

For
a writer knows
what they write most
is not theirs
but of
the Divine
inside.

And just like that
life looks
tidy
shiny
sparkling
like a string of stars.

So
clear it is
in my mind
and hopefully yours
dear reader
that
writing is life
and a life
well lived.

Meaningfully yours,
Anu Prabhala

PS: This poem was inspired by some asking me how I manage to write so much (even as I mentally complain I don’t do it enough). It took me but a few seconds to realize that I cannot not write, especially because I truly make sense of life with words—via Facebook posts, blogs, poems, articles, and the rest. The meaning dawns thanks to words.