To Breathe

Decades of words
tied up in knots,
stashed out of sight,
untouched by light,
now spilling forth wildly
day and night --
great gulps of thought
inflating
collapsed lungs,
full sails billowing
in heart's wind . . .
and I cannot stop
inhaling
the sweetness
of lost words found,
exhaling poems
as I write
for my life.