The Written Word
A fake and faded exterior moving through
Plastered smiles and distant greetings. Stiff
Indifference masked by a golden façade,
A rigid pathway that fades with every footstep.
A world of bleached blacks and stained whites,
Not just a spectrum of gray but a spectrum
Of invisibility, of secrets, of deceit.
Spoken words are unheard, they dissipate
Like fickle seeds blowing in the wind,
And settle word by word across the trampled Earth.
But in the seeming confines of a page there
Is only black and white- the ink that fills the
Page with scribbled letters and the spaces between
Words, the voids and gaps in a looped letter.
A pen marks its words into paper, like the
Scars of scorned lover’s initials in a dying oak tree.
A final and blissful permanence. A pen and its ink
Can shadow your darkness, can share the
Weight of your burdens. Hidden in the loops and
Spaces of the words scribbled across a page there is
Exposure, honesty, fear, heaviness. The power of the
Written word is seemingly confining but inevitably
Simplistic where vulnerability and honesty transcend
The boundaries of time, where imagination
Drives the horrid dance, and where truth controls deceit.