words

they’re just words -
these things I set on paper
and hearts
and in my soul.
words made of
clumped letters
become
created meaning
only to join with
commas and periods
and the occasional em dash.

these words
i write.

and they’re alive.
vibrant
glowing
changing
holding deep truths
or nothing at all
anguish
joy
tears
seasons
falling leaves and dying limbs
budding trees
pink
new
birth.