You see the words before you and as you read you concede.
It slowly pulls you in, holding you towards you next word.
Making you think about what words actually mean.

Enthralled in the wave of sentences which make you tear or sigh.
Wishing you could actually be what it is that you read deep inside.
Making you think, cry, smile, laugh, eat, drink or whine.

Each word embellished so they are not misconstrued perceived.
As it pulls you in and wraps your surroundings that you must abide.
Feeling the warmth as some may have you holding tight.

Seeing each word like the brush on a canvas.
The smudge of your pastels or charcoal pencil.
The strokes of the paint as you add darkness or color.

You see they can bring out who you are, what you feel or say.
Some may have you just be still and enjoy what you can not hide.
Having the fire, the ice, the shutter, the glance or to quiver.

Words from a dictionary or other inspiring material.
They are just words until meaning is put fourth with heart.
And with heart is where they lay.

CMH

thє mσmєnt í ѕαw чσu í knєw чσu wєrє thє σnє.        чσu єmвrαcєd mє wíth чσur kíndnєѕѕ. чσu'vє tαught mє whαt lσvє íѕ trulч αll αвσut. fєєlíngѕ ruѕhíng ín αll αt σncє, thє wαч чσu mαkє mє fєєl cαnt єхplαín thє wαч í fєlt fσr αnчσnє єlѕє. чσu σpєnєd mч єчєѕ tσ вєlíєvє thαt thєrє íѕ α chαncє tσ ѕσmєthíng nєw. mч lσvє fσr чσu juѕt grєw αnd grєw, & nσw thє thσught σf lσѕíng чσu mαkєѕ mє wєαkєnєd. чσu αrє mч lífє thє σnlч pєrѕσn í pícturє mчѕєlf wíth. чσu αrє mч ríght hαnd. fσr чσu íll dσ ít αll. вєcαuѕє wíthσut чσu ím nσthíng......

I am strong, virile with so much energy.
Work is complete no job too small too big.
If it's an emergency immediately taken care of in my hands.
I am singing, dancing pulling in my senses.
Knowing, feeling, understanding the strength of my physical being.
Only to struggle with the strength of my inner thoughts.
As I sing enjoying the vibration of cords, to then feel as though something constricts and I sing no more.
As I try to speak the words I want need to say something constricts and I speak no more.
I am strong, I can be strong as I feel my physical being and my inner soul sense a balance coming in the air.
I look up at the night holding the stars in my site inhaling and exhaling.
I am thankful ....I am strong

CMH

You share your life, thoughts and feelings
But only in rhymes, riddles, poems and song
Should I ask or is it pulling teeth, causing friction or interrogation
Did someone hurt you so, as much as I  have been
Have we been hurt so much that fear won't let us in
Sometimes our hearts are held by one of feelings are not the same
So do we continue to keep trying, thinking or hoping
            ..... or just fly away.

CMH

I lay upon the ground so cold in the darkness that encapsulates me.
As I look above how bright the stars shine above, the longer, the harder I stare at just one just one the brightest star of all.
It holds me in place, I can not move, almost seemingly coming closer.
I feel the warmth, the heat of the light it shares with me, no longer no longer a cold night.
The heat of the star allowing me to relax and move the thoughts in my mind.
Just that one brightest star.