Mood... Poem by Nestor David Armas

She's in the mood

But everyone is playing

She'd play too if she could

But she's just praying

For someone to listen

To a concert of words

She plucks like chords

A harmony when written,

As she conducts her pen

Like a scalpel she dissects

The truth of her life and then

She spills onto all her secrets

Dark and many;

Entrenched and heavy;

But she's digging

Fighting and kicking

Through the black tar

Layers laid thick

Seen at a glance from afar

And brick by brick

She cracks the walls

Widening the halls

She's writing through

To break a smile

And not be blue,

This will take awhile...

(02/15/2012)