The Private Lives of Words

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Scribbling ink,letting go
of words that needed to breathe.
Do you feel better now?
Now that your thoughts have
been let out of their caves,
dark places where their breath had
no place to escape, to be felt, to be
seen against the cool backdrop of the winter sun...
Do you feel better now?
When you see your words making friends with
other words and how much they're having fun,skipping
around on the page,making sounds of laughter that
echo in the pages of the heart.
Look how free they are...
Are you sad to see them go?
Like the bittersweet emotions of a mother sending her
kids to their first day of school?
Now they're not just your kids, your words.
They are the world's.
Anyone who reads your words and the shape of them
fits somewhere like a key inside their souls,has a claim to
your words, your music.
You can feel better now.
Now that your words are being shared and felt like the sun
in the midst of a lingering winter.
Twould be selfish,don't you think, to keep the sun to yourself,
whilst your words live in a crowded cave,blinded by darkness
to the breaths they could be breathing.

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