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by Moonrite
I was just mad, frustrated that the words wouldn't come.
So I took it out on you.
I felt bad about what my words had done...
Words can weigh a ton, crushing you under their weight.
Or be light like feathers, softly caressing you, soothing and enticing.
Words can be hastily gathered meaning nothing.
Or carefully assembled, holding the essence of humanity in a fine spun lace.
Words to fan the cause,
Words to stand and fight,
Angry words that split the night,
Destructive words of fear and spite,
Echo on forever when not made right.
Why can I find the words to speak and not the words to write?
Never the right words to describe mind and heart on a sleepless night.
Tranquil words to quiet rage, comfort age, words to ease my soul.
Words gentle like a goodnight touch, or my lovers kiss.
I see the words behind my eyes, feel them in my soul.
I hear the words within my heart, they set my spirit free.
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