Tangled Thoughts

Tangled Thoughts

Poem thoughts, like threads, entwine,

A web of words, a tangled line.

In quiet corners, they spin and weave,

a silent storm, a restless plea.

Ideas flutter, fleeting, fast,

Each one born, yet none can last.

They twist and turn, in spirals grow,

shadows, moving slow. in the chaos,

there’s a spark, A flicker bright,

a glow in dark. With steady hands

and patient heart, the tangled thoughts

will soon depart. And from the mess,

a poem blooms, a quiet peace

inside the room. What once was lost,

now finds its place, in words that flow

with gentle grace. Each line I write,

a step to take, Untangling thoughts

that bend and break. Slowly, gently,

they start to flow, a steady rhythm,

soft and slow. The knots unwind,

the mess falls away, And what was lost

finds its own way. A poem born

from tangled dreams, a simple truth,

or so it seems. With every word,

the weight grows light, the tangled thoughts

now take their flight. And in the end,

I’ll see it clear, the poem’s truth,

Penned out now, shining here.