I pen my thoughts using strokes quite different
From each other- from writing in patient charts meant
To document my impressions of their illnesses and treatment,
To writing for medical journals where I present
Scientific information in a form concise-
In both these realms, I am expected to be precise
Conform to standards and accepted verbiage
Precision and brevity garner praise
While I write what is needed it does not satiate
The creative urge, does not allow me to ruminate
Over the caprices of life that stir my soul and mind
To process my deepest emotions, I find
I need to express myself in ways more oblique
Stringing together words in verses I seek
Answers to queries on the significance
Of life, and my very own existence
As words come together, calmer I feel
As if solutions to my conundrums are being revealed…
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Somewhere in the web of words I weave
Exists my ultimate salvation, so I believe..
Passion...unbridled 