-Linda Lee Lyberg
Each day I sit and write
With pen upon blank paper
Searching the hidden recesses
Of my lovely capricious mind.
Polishing off my tarnished soul
The sheen is coming forth
In awe of what I will find.
With a cloth made of words
The faded layers of a tender soul
Once lost and hopelessly blind.
A melancholy spirit discolored and grey
From uncertainty and endless doubt
Now is shining bright and new
A lustrous beautiful mine.
With sparkling gems of faceted thoughts
And stories that have a confident voice
Of truest love unconfined.
Linda Lee Lyberg