there are times i’m out of words
and it makes me question
what it means to be a writer
but those speechless times
bring my words to life
it’s in that silence and in that zone
where my words carry weight
there is no word without purpose
a word has a code rooted within
i can sort some syllables
and make sentences rhyme
but there’s nothing more real
than a true word
stacked with another
and flowing into something bigger
yet the truest part of a word
is what it means to me
what it means to you will be different
and that’s the beauty of truth
we awaken our own dreams
maybe that’s why there are people
and there are creators
-Grace
Author’s Note – I wrote this yesterday in all of 15 minutes, I was in that zone :). And upon catching up on my reader this morning, I realized today is World Poetry Day :). It is a little bit wild to me that when you follow your inner muse, it leads you to exactly what you’re meant to express. If there’s any type of perfection, that is it.