Words speak to me and I write what they say

My mind places them in a distinctive order

But the words are the controlling power

Life and death resides in the tongue

Power’s potential sequesters those that remain mute

So I speak tearing down court room walls

Let me people go as they recite free at last

My mind has always played apart

But words paint the pictures of emotion

Giving my soul a voice, so my spirit can sing

What causes me to write so passionately?

It is the word that poetry follows