Words

Liberated, inebriated,
On this trip,
Trembling heart,in synch
At the precipice,edge of brink.

Sometimes frozen with fear,
Others, crackling with life,
My gasoline,this ink,
Doused with words,bared soul on paper

It may wax,and it may wane,
Might be in doubt,in fear of suffering
But it will burn,yes,for it shall sustain,
Keeping the dream alive,the bouts of pain.