Words are my salvation as I drift
in the stream of the world.

Often soft and sometimes harsh,
my words come straight from the
heart, a heart that’s like a passing
cloud in the sky moving overhead,
continually in one direction so as
to eventually pass over.

Words never die, nor fear wrath
of the punishing wind. Forever
etched into memory, our words
possess the power to heal and
hurt.

And because it’s my heart that
tears, my words refuse to write
lest another’s heart is broken.

I write words rich with hope, a
bright promise of the days to
come, as distant stars magnify
the emotions which sought to
voice their faith on paper.

Words are my salvation as I drift
in the stream of the world.

 

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Magaly invites us to write a poem about things which we believe that words
can do for us and others.

Posted on Sunday Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads

& Posted on the ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United