They Live
Words are pregnant
We as poets give them birth
We share their significance
We express their worth
Our words are positioned
Like a directors stage
They must be free
They cannot be caged
So we write about dreams
We write about hope
We try and see the big picture
The entire scope
In the beginning was the Word
I heard
My calling
Pencil and paper know more about me
Than family and friends
I have shared my goodness, my sin
My flaws and insecurities
All by the way of the mighty pen
Copyright © Lara Wash | Year Posted 2014
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