Strokes of a paintbrush on canvas

Notes of an instrument echo off the walls

The feet of a dancer, leaping through the air

The hands of a delicate sculpter

Every artist has their own medium

 

And mine is words

 

With words, I can do anything

Make you laugh, make you cry,

Make you jump with joy, or crumble in despair

 

Words are powerful

And they are mine

I claim them

 

I am the wordsmith

I create and destroy universes

with the press of computer keys

or the scratches of a pencil

 

I have the power

to create a perfect love story

an action-packed adventure

a broken tragedy

a written hell

 

I have the power to be anyone

to defy every stereotype

to break every glass ceiling and steel prison imposed upon me

I can do anything I want to do

and be completely free

 

With an infinity of creativity

within the finite combinations of twenty-six letters

My infinity, my omnipotence

contained in the power of words