Freed Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

I buy books, read different authors,
study the words and writings of others;
it's not at all hard to be intimidated.

Their words paint intricacies
that are startling and beautiful;
and when held to the light they
sparkle in the mind like tinsel on a tree.

My words are simple everyday words;
sturdy like my passion, my faith, my love,
practical in thought and reason
defined by the grace within.

The same river runs as deep
and compels me swift as any others.
I'm not trying to impress a single soul
simply express from a freed one.