Words float aimlessly above
Out of my reach even on the tips of my toes
I try to grab the ones I seek
Yet they bounce and spin out of grasp
Fatigue sets in, and I relent
Grabbing whichever I can hold on to
I make use of the word in my hands
Creating something out of thin air
With each new phrase formation,
the words glow bright
Proud of their achievements
And thankful for the recognition and appreciation
Sometimes, that which we struggle for
Remains out of reach to help
Us pay attention to that which we need
Beauty, creativity, and artistry surround us
We just need to utilize them.
Kelly Deeny 