words

I need them to keep going

Writing and talking and typing

Used, manipulated, celebrated

They are my friend 

They are my enemy

At times, I lose them

Or, rather, they run away

Escaping from reality

Not able to inspire

--Sometimes--

Cutting, biting, binding

Into life they go

Without a thought to how

The impression will impact

Lives with a fervor

Even a debilitating fever,

At times, suffocating

The ability to care

Most times, enabling

The ability to ensnare

Lovers, friends, foes

Captivating with a line

Of recognizable woes

Enchanting with a string

Of most fantastical kinds

Of amorous things

Actions speak louder than these

Yet, they find their way in

Nestling in hidden passageways

Waiting, wanting 

To spring forth at opportune times

Wishes are more wishful

Tears are made more bitter

Fear is given flight

When life is dark

Reminding us all 

That without them

We would barely exist.

Without them

I would not have 

Discovered you, 

Love.