A Poet's True Colors

Sometimes a whisper becomes a shout Found in the words that we write The silence is broken, it has to come out In the colors of black and white These colors it seems know how we feel For they somehow give us a voice Emotion is found on the tip of our quill Our whispers don't have a choice Echoes are found in these colors too Each time we read the words back That's when the shout starts tumbling through Searching for words that we lack The poet's emotions give ink its power A slave to the shout that they make Sometimes it's minutes or maybe an hour No matter how long it might take A whisper is silent and hidden inside A shout will make things feel right A poet's true colors are tested and tried As it's written in black and white