Words

We could chase our dreams out loud

Running rampant in an open field

We could dance to music with no sound

All it takes is rhythm and a simple touch to feel

We could turn it all around

And freeze upon our picture within the memory reel

But pausing takes strength

And to breathe is a risk

And sitting silently is difficult

When you’re always bustling with wit

And the kindness is subtle

And often overlooked

I’m still mad about all of the time that you took

Can we just please close this book?

The words aren’t coming to me

I’m drowning in these weeks

The words aren’t coming to me

My fingers remain so meek

The words aren’t coming to me

I’m settling into these seams

But the words are now escaping

When I am healthy, they always leave

All the vigor and the promise

All the love and all the strength

All the chains and all the bondage

They just fall, disconnect and sink

But the words dance to their own beat

And without, I’ve got two left feet

I dream of their presence

I turn off my phone

People don’t understand it

Why I need, crave, must, have to be alone

Without these little flashes

Without the solitary confinement of my home

I could never find the words again

I haven’t the slightest clue where to they go

But the words

I cannot say farewell

They feed my heart

Cause it to swell

Without the words I am often laughing

And when they are here It’s often hell

But the words are mine for writing

The words are mine for keeps

I just can’t let them go

Even when they feed on me