No Words

There used to be no words.

There used to be shrugs

moving the attention away.

There used to be tears

swallowing down

a plea.

There used to be silence

masking the bleak

heart that was trapped

inside.

There used to be no words

to describe the feelings

that seemed too big

for one body

to hold.

If no words were found,

something

was sure

to break.

Then one day

in front of a window

on an open page

the words came.

They started as ink blots

and ended in

words.

Ended in

life.

To write,

to find words,

to bring life to pain

and love

and life itself

is to truly live.

There used to be no words,

no life.

Now I have both.