The Importance of Words

Words fill my brain, spinning around, sometimes as merrily as children playing games in an old playground, sometimes as harsh as a hurricane near the coastline

Words are a gift, words are a blessing, a soft whisper during a summer day, words are as sharp as a knife fresh off the blacksmith’s table, crafted as carefully as every word that leaves my mouth

Poetry is sweet like the tea my grandmother would place on the dinner table, poetry is as cruel as soldiers on a battlefield, fighting not for their cause but for their children

Poetry is soft like the petals on a rose meant for your lover, poetry is in every movement made

Poetry is me