Words, Glorious Words
Words.
Possibly one of the most
Important things invented
By humankind,
Yet so looked over.
Their beauty
Is so often shaded by
A world of screens and emoticons,
Their length hacked to
Three, maybe four
Letters.
Yet they still
Give purpose, give air, give life
To so many people.
If words did not exist,
A part of our inside would not exist.
A whole world, or two, or fifteen
Would not exist.
There would be no
Escape from this physical world.
We would be stuck
In the monochromatic cubicles of the mind,
In the confusing logistics of unloved jobs,
In the too small salaries that barely feed us,
In the scrappy homes that barely stand
In the forceful winds.
But some of us have stumbled
Across these words.
We have tripped and fallen,
Sometimes purposely,
Into the minds of someone
Who thinks like us,
Or maybe someone who thinks
The total opposite of us.
But we have struggled so much to
Find something worth stopping for,
And so we stop and peek anyway.
These words captivate us.
They catch us by surprise,
They push us over with
So much force that
We lay there just to contemplate
What just happened.
These words care for us.
They are there to give us the comfort
That a human being just simply can’t.
We know that when we go to sleep
Those gray and dreary nights,
That the words will tell us stories,
Will sing us lullabies,
Will whisper the sweet nothings in our ears
That we so desperately crave from a person
Until we slowly release ourselves
Into their world.
Into their syllables.
Into their letters.
Into the fibers of their very beings.
And we sleep peacefully.