Inspiration...

My thoughts are my own,
they have a home
in my heart and soul...
They come to me, unbidden.
bringing new ideas
or memories left hidden
or lying broken on the floor
from the rough handling
life has given me
but now they are free
to roam whither they will,
as the words spill across the page,
as i will never act my age
but i bare it all upon the stage
in an attempt to free my soul,
to gain control for the first time
that which i have never been able to define
but what is clearly mine to give...