Words Poem by Roeline Bock

I spill my emotions on paper through ink!

Hoping that it wont be so clear as to why I feel this way, I think.

Each and every raw emotion covered in black ink, unable to decipher or hint the joy or pain.

Feelings, beautifully crafted into simple meaningless words!

For I am poet,
Words are my escape.

Words are my biggest strength and shame.
These very words hold the most beautiful experiences as well as my deepest, darkest thoughts!

I can arrange words to create masterpieces and rhymes.
Even though my reality is an unrhythmic tragedy.

My words speak to me!
They make me feel alive.
I can always 'count' on them to name the tingle in my chest and describe the shivers on my skin.

I can write perfect fairytales to escape tragic memories.
Through these words I am in control and yet so free!
My words flow like harmonious melodies from soothing musical instruments!
Where peace and war lives side by side.

I am these words and more!