Here is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago , after I finished writing it , I found that I myself had to go back, re- read, try and make sense out of it . I guess is was written in an absent state of mind . I find that my favourite poems normally are . Where you don't think about the words ... you just let them flow.

The deepest parts of sincere hearts 

Weeping is the fountain from which deep waters flow,
From the deepest parts of sincere hearts- places one will ever know.
I am fixed on the things of surpassing greatness,
Even though in present, my mind feels weightless-
How will I catch it ?
Oh do not fly away .
I want to hold you in my hand. Grasp you. Please stay.
Always want to control the things that cant't be tamed.
Want to capture the moment without it being framed .
Yes all things are good . Yes all things are bad .
But if what is happening is really happening ,
 How can we know what we once had ?


By Lakechia Jeanne ©