They Come

As I sit so near the words
I want to say things
But they won't come.
I try to get them past my mind
to the fingers, the key board, the file
But they wont come.
I know the thoughts are there
Waiting to be heard
But they won't come.
Out of the darkness of
The lingering doubt
They come...
As if trampling one another
to be the first
To come.
They try desperartely to
find thier place
They come.
To be heard
to be known, and to be loved
They have come.