Obtuse

No matter how many words I write, no matter how profuse
My thoughts run the risk of becoming something that’s too obtuse
I TRY to keep it simple seeking the words that can fit in
To the meter and rhyme where my mind and spirit can begin
To converse with each other as they discover what’s inside
Perhaps hiding in the shadows something I want to confide
With whoever may hear these poems, or if they ever will
For the purpose of my writing seems to exist to fulfill
Longings hiding deep within me, a way that I can re-charge
Myself in this world where I live
Whose needs have become too large

Suzanne