where do they go?
to mountains of synonyms
pushing lilac or purple
or puce or lavender
from valleys
of russet metaphors?
do verbs frollic?
nouns place themselves
before mirrors
asking themselves
"who am I?"
adjectives, do they
answer?
do the long words
most people don't
understand
do they go on
spending sprees
with their
million dollar
Lotto winnings?
do conjunctions
play matchmaker?
or hitch up
boxcars for
the more expressive
poetic engineers
to haul through
the long winds?

ghosts of past tenses
invade present
and mixed metaphors
haunt the nightmares
of learned readers.
gerunds run on
their little wheels
and stuff their cheeks
with prepositions.

where do words go
when they die?
they must hang as

DANGLING
PARTICIPLES.

I've tried to run but he is always ahead of me.
He loves seeing me cry and beg for me mercy.
He feeds me pain and drains my happiness.
He breaks me down until I am powerless.

His name is cancer...

Christ says that you are Love, that you are Needed.

Christ says that you are Needed, that you are Special.

Christ says that you are Special, more than you know.

Christ says that he has your Back, that he is next to you.

Christ says that you are Highly Flavor and Appreciated.

Christ says that he shall never leave nor Forsake you.

Christ says that you never need to worry about anything.

Christ says that he shall always give you everything that you need.

Christ says that he shall hold onto you through the storms.

Christ says Trust him in everything, for you belong to him.