I miss the words that used to fill my soul
Giving me the ability of expression
Throwing all my emotions together
Hoping I could make sense of the chaos
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say
I’ve just lost the motivation,
The drive, and some creativity
Or maybe fear that words truly are powerful
Poetry is a glimpse at what lies underneath
The thoughts that consume your mind
The ones that need to escape
Lexicon melodies brimming at the surface
Our lifes are a collection of words
Interaction, communication, imperative orders
Professions of love, kindness, generosity
Also hate, fear, anxiety, and strife
Yes, we are social beings
The people in our lifes help make us who we are
Without words none of this would be possible