Begin with a blank canvas

A piece of paper with no identity

And scribble a word or two

 

Make your memories into a photograph

Using only what you know best

Words

 

That is the axis

That my world is placed on

 

Words are everything to me

They make up every atom in my body

Combining to create who I am

Out of exaggerations and metaphors

 

But most of the time

The only words in my mouth

And at my fingertips

Are the wrong ones

 

Type one down

And the whole system breaks

Let it escape from your pen

And all of the ink will spill

 

If you let one wrong word

Slide off of your lips

And leave a crack in the pavement

It will always come back to you

 

Everything comes back to you

 

Do not think the wrong words

Or your whole atmosphere may be changed

One hint of hatred can shatter who you are

 

That is the axis

That my world is placed on

 

That is the hamartia

That will always smash against my skull

Forcing its way into my thoughts

 

But with the right words

All of that goes away

Every fear of saying something

That can fracture another person

 

Every phobia of not knowing

What to put down on a blank canvas

A piece of paper with no identity

Leaves my body

 

I can live without the fear 

Of messing up

And all I need is the right words