Words do not echo.
Words do not cry.
Words do not,
Identify.

Scrambled and stirred,
Frozen and baked.
Pulled when needed,
Eaten to be fed.

Pieced together,
Black or white,
Laugh or fight,
Wrong or right.

A sound is bound by key,
A picture by color pigments,
Emotions chemically,
But words contain,
Everything,
And absolutely,
Nothing.

The same word
Can be
Completely
Different,
Depending who, what, how
When it was read
Or written.

What if every word,
Was positive in meaning?
Harmless,
Could not
Destroy feelings.

Words have no senses.
Words have no bounds.
No touch, sight, taste, or smell.
Words have no sound.

Words have no sound.
Unless read aloud.

Bright lights may blind me
but it isn’t the light I see
slipped back into time,
you see
it wasn’t the right time for me
Daily pains become mundane
it's the insane reframed
within this window pane
shattered glass that
once reflected my inner mass
scattered on the floor
swept into the past
A different point of view
than you, it isn’t new
it's just a clue to how
the tables turn like pages
even though they’re burnned
like sage is

I may
be soft
but at least
I’m not
afraid
of my own
skin.

Would you be the one
To end all the “what ifs”
And all uncertainties?

Would you be the one
To stay on the shore
Amidst the waves of storms?

Would you be the one
To dye my hair
When we get old and grey?

Would you be the one
To call me baby
Even when we reach ninety?

Would you be the one
To pull my wheelchair
When I can’t walk straight?

Would you be the one
To defy the gravity
To steal the stars in the galaxy?

Would you be the one
To prove the world and persist
That forever exists?

Would you be the one?
Would you be the answer
If I was the question?