THE WORDS
I will not hide behind the words
I can’t fit inside their walls and ceilings
There isn’t space for me there
I am an ocean too big, too deep, and too complex
Contorting myself to squeeze between commas and question marks is an outrageous endeavor
Words never do know how to hold me fully
Their efforts consistently fall short
These servants of my mind
Doing my bidding willfully
But always showing up too tired and overused
The words said or written
Full of feeling but not weighed down by it as am I
They attempt to carry ideas from within
To lift them away from the place they were born
So that others may know the hidden stories of my soul
But words are not weight lifters
And these thoughts are heavy
Words grow weary of the task
Like cardboard boxes trying to transport water
Upon arrival holding only fragments of what they were asked to carry
A partial glimpse into what can only be held by its creator
Expression fails for words can only say so much
The structures of languages demanding sense be made of unsensible things
Consonants and vowels volunteering their service,
Trained in sounds and not soul
Unqualified but still eager to go to battle and die unrewarded
What can be said of words
That words themselves would dare to say?
To fully state their uselessness the words must become cannibles
Be both hero and villain simultaneously
But they lack the power to defend or destroy
Not out of loyalty or instinct
Words do not feel
They do not desire or hate
They are merely scratches on a page
Words cannot be what we ask of them
Like toothpick legs attempting to hold up the Empire State Building
They tremble with the burden of the mission they’ve been charged
Words cannot serve what is stirring
Words cannot contain what is boiling over
For as the words dip into the emotion and turn to share a taste
The lot of it drips away
From thick lava boiling within to an unseeing , unknowing world without
A thin spread of words across pages or lips never do satisfy the craving to be heard