With words I sing.

Letters are the language of the soul

My heart keeping time to the rhythm

of my spirit.

With words I am immortal.

My anger in the jagged edges,

My excitement in the scribbles,

Words tilting up--happiness.

With words I speak truth,

The hands writing what the tongue

Refuses to utter--

Treasures hidden deep

Where disapproving eyes cannot see.

With words I dream,

Transported to another place

Where my choices are mine alone

To make and change

Where I can fall

Until I choose to fly

For with words,

I am free.