Countless ideas running through my head,
Pounding on hollow walls made of bone
All of them struggling to escape,
To make their way out
So many stories spinning their webs,
Stitching tale after tale together with thread
Thoughts, words, itching to break free
Expressions of the soul,
Wanting to be known
But, I’m the warden,
And forever these stories must stay
© 8 November 2018, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 