Spilled oil, spilled water,

Spilled blood, spilled ink,

Spilled thought, 

Bright ones and those which are not exactly thought through. 

 

We all make mistakes, 

but our words are never a faux pas. 

Lines written prior to punctuation,

they are our realest selves, our most vulnerable personas.

 

Because when I hear someone else's story, 

I feel a tingle in my throat.

The tides rush the cliffs inside my mind,

I may be going crazy or I might just be,

 

Insanely inspired, 

To feel again,

To allow a tear to escape my caged eyes, 

To peek through the curtains and once in a while,

 

Take a bow.

For the part I was cast in the production of the Universe, 

I am not meant to be a meaningless stone in a silent desert,

I am not meant to be forgotten. 

 

I was made for standing ovations, 

for legacies, 

for words that move mountains,

as the words of others that have moved me just the same.