Coneyance Poem by Matthew Densley

These hands that write the words to my hearts soulful song
Had once been the hands that unsteadied in fear
And the voice which once languished in silence so long
Soon found a means to express itself clear

To write was to take the jagged edge of emotion
Filing into smooth passages of verse
Crafting each phrase with cautious devotion
And into the wells of creation immerse
Constructing each sentence with cautious devotion
And into the wells of creation immerse

When tugging gently at a single thread of trapped thought
Tangled among the muddled mess of ones mind
Allowing it to free from the snare it was caught
Permits it the chance to become refined

To write was to unlock the souls iron gates
Freeing the torment hid under prides shroud
The guarded secrets, through writing creates
Conveyance that dared not be spoken aloud
The passions and misery, through writing creates
Conveyance that dared not be spoken aloud