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