words,

    spoken or written,

parchment silent

      or

****** heard

       they are like confetti

at a year end celebration

         they are like rain

and thunderstorm saturation.

         words are...

food that feed my emotions,

         words are...

soothing like the silkiest
of lotions

        they are dreams that

come to life

         they are weapons that

cut deep like a knife

         select your words with

thoughtfulness and care,

        and spill them all out

like a poet whoms heart is always there...
             bare....
             and dares,

to be rare