I can write with the pleasure of silence

The sound of nothingness

A joy that conquers my soul

Thw whisper of a screaming statue,

Frozen solid, yet longing to be dancing

Dancing with the hum of the radiant sun

I can write with words that do more than just sit on a page

I can write a purpose of change

To bring cities to their knees

I can write with wisdom that depress over me like a cloak

An undone magic

An everlasting memory that

Stays embedded into your chest

Pounding knowledge to cease the pain of the heart

As time disappears only one thing exists,

I am able to write.

~Mya Leland