We Turn To Words

We turn to words. For our hope, our bewilderment, our dreams and our pain. Over and over, the same 26 letters rearranged. Always a new story to share. Our love, or our sorrow, our secrets bare. We turn to words to make it to tomorrow. Poets find solace in passionate art. We speak from the heart, And articulate all that brings us together and tears us apart. Raw emotion unrelenting. Souls exposed ever ascending. Words are timeless and unending. We turn to words. Tales are woven like tapestry, Encompassing quaint mastery. They reflect our deepest most intimate selves. Poetry is to the heart, what music is to the soul. A reflection of everything we are Laid to bare on a page for all to behold. We wear our words as both armor and scars. We don't just write poems, we are poems. They are what we are. After some time the poet may pass on. But the poems live forever. We become them. And thus, we turn to words. ~2021