I am endowed with skills unseen by the naked eye
My talents hidden from the people
My deepest desire is to share who I am with the world
Through my verse and the depth of my feelings
Which flow like a river from my soul
And give my thoughts their rightful expression
So I sit down beside the roaring fire on this cold snowy night
Picking up pen and paper, my thoughts to write down
They come rushing through my mind scattered and abstract
A proliferation of words which my pen can barely convey
Dance across the stream of my consciousness
Til at last a line begins to form upon my paper
I feel like a beast of burden needing to be urged onward
To express those fiery words bound so tightly within my heart
I struggle so mightily to express those innermost feelings
Pressing urgently upon my mind to find the perfect word
To make my poetry sound just right til at last they begin to flow like a black river
From my pen flooding the plains of the lily white piece of paper
Donavon Scott Vinson
