Words

Words, have been the quintessence of my existence

have been the force behind my actions

have been a voice to my emotions

have turned my life into a living symphony

I loose myself to be found in my words

the semblance of letters patch my soul together

thread by thread, stitch by stitch

underneath the unadorned display of my soul

I find a glimpse of the real me

I sat here in silence glancing through my poems

I let the words swallow me,

consume me, char my spirit

under the layers of perception 

behind the veils of these frail moments

I often find what I truly yearn for

You search out in life

travel distances, solicit the company of strangers 

to ask the truth behind life 

the meaning, the calling

never knowing, never acknowledging 

that the truth lies somewhere within you

and when these words stare at you 

you realize it should always have been this way

there are a million emotions raging

half of which cannot be described by words

still I implore their company

there is a little bit of me in all these words

sometimes jovial, sometimes sinister, 

sometimes frivolous, sometimes melancholic

seasons come and gone

makes the obscure nuances between them starker

the impact on my life, sometimes waxes and wanes 

but they would always allow me into their shell

to seek me from my core

there is a little bit of me in the tenor of each of these words

there is a lot left of me, to describe in words some more