Visionaries volunteering nothing but their all
Such brave and weary wanderers
Who heed the beck and call
Battling our demons
Even as they slay their own
Creating worlds of wonder
With emotions we all know
Their road is not a pretty one
They have such scars to show
But when the tell is said and done
We’ll feel their every woe
We’ll feel their every smile
On days the pain gives way to song
We’ll feel the same emotions
We’ve felt ourselves on our journey long
We’ll feel what it’s like to live and die
As we live to die another day
All stories told, and then beheld
We’ll slowly put the book away
Continuing our journey through our own emotions’ plead
For the hardest part is expression
The easiest part is to read
Because, by definition and practice, poets are writers, too, as are lyricists, novelists, and so many others who express and create with written word. This is my tribute to writers of all sorts, everywhere, for many a word bled, then read or heard (in the cases of spoken word and lyrics to any song), has had positive impact on my life and my self. None of us will ever know just how many people our words may reach, or touch in some way, and I, for one, am truly and sincerely thankful for the difference each I have had the honor to experience has made in my life. The words I have written here are extremely inadequate, but a tribute, nonetheless. Thank you, one and all.