Words can be spoken,

written, or sung;

they can be lost in the stars,

or on the tip of our tongue.

They are such small things

that they are often misused,

and some have no respect

for the power they've abused.

But we poets and writers,

we pioneers of language --

we treasure the gift given

and the power we must salvage.

For make no mistake,

there is power in words,

and we poets and pioneers

act as its stewards.

Words hold the power to illicit

such emotion from the heart --

the power to bring us together;

the force to tear us apart.

So...why do I write?

The reason is such:

I am poet,

and the heart I touch.