I may not be able to move mountains,
with my hands ******* behind my back.
But I can make it weep with avidity,
and I will make an ocean out of that.
I may not be able to build bridges,
with bitter bones brittle with my pride.
But maybe I can transport the cities,
with words of life when living life has died.
I may not be able to change a world-wide problem,
when my knees quiver at the mention of the word.
But maybe I inspire a word of one too many,
with galaxies of intrepid fears and woes are heard.
I may not be able to see tumultuous thunder,
when the clouds strike across the mourning sky.
But when I'm not speaking more words are spoken,
the lightning can be heard from deep inside.
I cannot fly nor swim nor crawl,
when my every limb is bound.
But I can write meaning I can live,
in every single universe not found.

-Anisah Mariah