The Written Word
Something about the written word
It stirs me up inside
The ignition to flame my imagination
An alternative to an easy ride
My love of language is fiercely intense
Words, my cup of tea
It can mean whatever it makes me feel
Perception is up to me
No stipulations to what I read or write
No one can pocket what I receive
There is no giant leaning over my shoulder
Telling me what to believe
What else can create beauty out of tragedy
While mending a cracked soul
It's affirmation that we are not strange or alone
Yet equally unique and whole
It may be an adventure that would never come to life
Leaving you with a dream
Perhaps it's one's pain described on paper
Your own tears creating a stream
What is more powerful than an inspirational quote
You read as you begin your day
Often times it's your very own story. Fits like a glove
How you felt, but couldn't say
It could be a limerick that causes a chuckle
When the world can't catch a smile
Maybe it's words derived from your own tongue
Therapeutic to remember once in a while
Whether you hold the pen or retrieve the written words
It belongs to only you
Whatever you receive or bring to the table
It's honest, real and true
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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