I talk a lot
I find strength in words
My hands shake
My heart beats
Working harder than ever to give me strength
I find fear in words
My hands shake
My heart beats
Working harder than ever to maintain my fear
I find calmness in words
My heart beats
My hands are steady
Calmly…
Working more smoothly than ever before
I find knowledge in words
My brain grows
My memory steady
Readily
It works more smoothly than rationally possible
I find strength in words. A strange concept I can't help but desire. I find strength in words. The things that I say and hear hold power over me like a puppeteer guiding their pet. Like a Mom managing her child and like a master honing their disciple. The words gallop through my mind, picking which emotion to display. It doesn’t decide, for it has many options.
My words are greedy, hogging a conversation, only stopping to listen, and responding readily. My words are always ready, don’t think they aren’t, as they never truly rest. Like wedding vows, through sickness and death, my words overcome.
And surprisingly, my words outlive me. My words inspire those whom I’ve never met. They find strength in words. A skill, I unknowingly taught and a legacy, I maintain. Through life and death, my words hover, and my gravestone runs out of room.
I find strength in words
My hands shake
My heart beats
Working harder than ever to give me strength
I find fear in words
My hands shake
My heart beats
Working harder than ever to maintain my fear
I find calmness in words
My heart beats
My hands are steady
Calmly…
Working more smoothly than ever before
I find knowledge in words
My brain grows
My memory steady
Readily
It works more smoothly than rationally possible
I find strength in words. A strange concept I can't help but desire. I find strength in words. The things that I say and hear hold power over me like a puppeteer guiding their pet. Like a Mom managing her child and like a master honing their disciple. The words gallop through my mind, picking which emotion to display. It doesn’t decide, for it has many options.
My words are greedy, hogging a conversation, only stopping to listen, and responding readily. My words are always ready, don’t think they aren’t, as they never truly rest. Like wedding vows, through sickness and death, my words overcome.
And surprisingly, my words outlive me. My words inspire those whom I’ve never met. They find strength in words. A skill, I unknowingly taught and a legacy, I maintain. Through life and death, my words hover, and my gravestone runs out of room.
