Words Words Words

Words. Words. Words. They pile up, stack upon one another until they teeter and threaten to come crashing down. They pool together, a unified force, pressing in on the dam that holds them back until the dam gives way and they break forth with power.

They sit silently and hold my hand on a cold stone bench. They are etched in that stone; a lost name. They mourn. They grieve. They weep.

They bounce around inside my head; they sometimes fly out of my mouth uninvited, escaping like a hardened criminal finally unguarded. They embarass. They hurt. They cut deep.

They bubble up from the belly, just behind a good laugh. They burst forth in joy and wrap their eager arms around a friend. They embrace. They heal. They move.

A constant companion - like it or not. Steady. Reliable. Power. Strength. Communication. Hope. Hope. Hope. Always. Hope.