Words

Words pour through my hands like a waterfall filling the desert with life. These words heal my heart in ways that are unimaginable. When I cry they are the fingers that wipe away my tears. These words are more than words. They are the bandages that cover my scars, scars that so many people have left me with. I write because of the feeling these words give me. Poetry provides me with the sense of freedom I yearn for. Poetry is love. Poetry is life. Poetry is the soul that flows through my body.