Inside of Me

Inside of me are many rhymes,
waiting to be born!

In my mind, they ring like chimes,
harmonious, yet forlorn.
At certain times,
reluctant behavior will forewarn
that verses I’ve imagined,
never, my page, will adorn.

Inside of me, emotion dwells,
longing to get free….

Sounding in my ears like bells
announcing a jamboree,
its chord propels
unconscious desires yet to be
that, one day, will awaken,
quickening my destiny.

Inside of me, such passion burns,
lighting up my eyes.

Ardently, it overturns
the caution that most advise;
it also churns
creative thought needed to devise
the poems and the rhythms,
lending me to lyricize.