Words - Poem by Justis Hughs
I love to write the words I can't speak,
to scrawl letters across a blank page
Giving life to what I think.
I can feel my soul,
with each letter,
bleed into the world.
Yet my voice cannot do the same.
In my mind each dip and rise,
carries a boundless universe
of stars with meaning.
But as they fall from my lips-
and are blown away with the wind.
So how can I be expected
to tell you the things which matter most?
How can I doom my most beautiful thoughts?
My voice will surely burn
what's printed on my heart.
But still I hope there's another,
who can cradle the words in their breath.
Keep them safe, make the vowels sway,
and by reading them back to me
take my breath away.
Topic(s) of this poem: hope, love, writing
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