words
am i a poet?
or am i someone that poems flow through of their own accord?
do i think up the words to say?
or do they speak for themselves through me?
am i a master of words? or are the words my masters?
the answer is i share a partnership with words
they flow through me as i explore them
i see their beauty and their power
and i tell the people of it
words show me the beauty of the world
and combine into poems so that i can show all others
and if i so wish the words will come to my call instead of me running to theirs and i can then express the things that i cannot say aloud
such as my dreams that haunt my sleep that feel far to real for me to give them power by speaking of them aloud
for words have power
and i know it all too well
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