I’ve started so many poems
Some still lost inside my head
Of silver birds and broken hearts
And snoring in my bed

At times it’s hard to get the words
To come alive on paper
They disappear much too fast
It all becomes a vapor

So I go back and start again
And try with all my might
To make some sense
Of what it is
That I’m about to write

Originally posted in June 2014
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