They are more than just words on paper They are the words....my words Secret words of my inner heart Secret words of my tongue, words I fear to speak Secret silenced words, floating about with air They are more than just words on paper They are the words....my words When stormy days kill my light, I write When clouds linger over my head, I write When I am swallowed by the prodigious universe, I write When I am face to face, head to head, fist to fist with my self conscious, I write They are more than just words on paper They are the words....my words Bewildered on how and why the pen became my weapon to life's deficient path Bewildered at my paramount weapon Bewildered as it is more effective than guns, knives, machete........... Bewildered at how my life is made whole with the pen Bewildered that it all works together for good for me They are more than just words on paper They are the words....my words A predominant destiny, but my words A judgmental past, but my words A foreseen truth, but my words A forbidable thought, but my words A lacking maturity, but my words A prejudice tale, but my words, my heart , my poetry.