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I have so many words.
So many words that I use in these
Stanzas
So many words I could use to paint pictures in your mind’s eye.
So many words I keep hidden.
See I’m pretty big on communication.
Constantly reminding my friends and family
To keep talking.
To keep sharing.
To keep using their words when they’re uncomfortable or sad or happy or excited.
I use words in poetry to always say what I feel
Because I learned a long time ago that if I can’t say it out loud,
I could write it.
Writing has saved my life countless times.
Writing has been a beautiful beginning
To many of my relationships.
Writing, however, has not ever
Saved me from heartbreak.
From loss.
From grief.
Not being able to say the words to someone’s face has also often been
A point of contention.
Because instead of getting angry
Or saying how I feel out loud
I sit and I write everything out
With bulletpoints
Or purposeful indentation
Or capital letters
Just to hammer points across.
When I write,
Punctuation becomes a kind of afterthought.
Speckled in between
Consonants and vowels.
A reminder to pause and breathe.
Breathe heavy.
Breathe evenly.
Breathe with purpose
Because I get so caught up in the words
I forget to breathe.
I want to feel love like I feel letters.
Like I feel when I’m sharing poems.
Like I feel when I’m writing them.
The content isn’t always pretty.
But the subject is always clear
And the passion, the emotion,
The heartfelt notes in the sound of my voice
I want to feel that,
Outside of this.
Outside of black and white.
Outside of the sounds of my pen scratching this paper.
I want to feel alive and free and endlessly drifting
On this plane of presence
Where I have purpose.
Where words are more than just words.