The Power of Words

While building a city of words Inside a poem, book, or story, I discover a sense of awe, that Words, when placed on paper, Dwell in a palace of their own. With the help of their careful author, They rule the world with an iron hand While either hanging in the air or Sitting poised upon the ground. When the writer says “short and sweet”, The words will chuckle and plot Within the writer’s active mind Of ways to catch the listener’s ear Or explode on the reader’s eye. They use no weapons that we can see; Only meanings we often don’t. The writer only needs a few To form his most deadly army That either dispels doubt and fear Or instills confusion and terror. So when you ask me why I write, The answer is simply thus: Words can pack a punch, Or even just roll off the tongue, But using them wisely holds power, Indeed, that can’t be measured.