I trail my pencil onto this lined parchment,
I press down slightly and draw symbols we
Have symbolized for our communication’s sake.
And I draw these symbols
For they, can sing more beautiful songs than I, they shall tell stories that never leave my lips
They tell secrets darker than the night sky
Words begin worlds,
Words delineate our futures.
Words do harm without ever leaving their place.
Words last. Words feel. Words connect.