Writing

So much to write down but I am given such little time.
I am so overwhelmed by all the mess that has become my mind.

I have so much to tell you, so many things I want to share.
Some may be touched by what I have to say, some may not even care.

Like a puzzle that has been thrown up than fallen to the ground,
I am grabbing for the pieces that have been spread all around.

Where should I start, and what is deep inside my heart?
I am full of so much, and yet it is never enough.

Sometimes I feel like I have said something beautiful.
Other times I feel as tho I have said nothing at all.

It is hard to find the perfect words to tell you how I feel.
Harder to spin that straw into gold using this spinning wheel.

For when I think of the scattered condition I get in,
as I try to put my thoughts into words once again,

also I think back to this child hood story,
of a poor girl who finds her way to glory.

Stuck in a hard place with not much time left to act.
Pushed to turn straw to gold or forced to be hacked.

All my time feels pushed and I to need to hurry,
as I try to enjoy this pass time, mentally, I scurry.

How will she turn straw into gold using only a spinning wheel?
How to undo the lie her father told that put her in this ordeal.

How will I turn words into messages using only my gray matter?
How to say something in no time at all I can be proud of after.

Then her magical creature appears to give her a hand,
before you know it, she is queen of the land!

I've no magical creature, but I guess the magic is in me.
It is deep inside my heart, and deep inside my dreams.

I'll be no queen of land, that's fine by me for I am happy as I am.
A simple poetic woman rich with the joy of writing just because I can.