The words were magic

I was the wand

A poem in my pocket

a story of hugs

I spoke the spell written

to disarm the harm

An elementary school child

on a treasure hunt

I found language as gems

Oh how they did shine

Find the best ones and watch as hearts fly

I shared the words I held so close

with my voice like a river they flowed

I spoke the spell in high hopes 

that inside of them happiness would grow

From the smile of my lips 

to the ears of my peers

I felt this magic breaking all of my fears

I stood so proudly, paper in tiny hands

I had found a love so great — so deep and so true

that I didn’t care if everybody knew

I had these books of black and white

Shel Silverstein in ink was typed

from his mind and soul his words soared

to my heart and beyond forever more

I wrote and read a constant clock;

my journals filled from bottom to top

Each wound I had began to heal

the pen was my sword when I had fear 

Bad days brought me inspiration

For years I carried this elation

A poem in my pocket was not my time to shine

but a discovery of love that spread throughout my life.