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Words
Ever since childhood
Words had loved me
They'd kiss my freckled cheeks
And line their songs across my eyelids
The other kids had loved them back
Kissing the spines of books and hugging every page
But words were different for those children
The words felt nurturing
A butterfly kiss on the cheek
For me, sentences meant loneliness
Every vowel created a cloud around my prepubescent mind
But then I grew
And words still loved me
And I loved them too
They feel like home
When the house above my head is a stranger
They befriend me as I walk alone in the halls
And I fell in love with them when my heart grew cold
Yes,
words of inner expression the cathartic right of each and every person. The inspiration of the self.
Here is my take on your poetry. Excellent!
Keep the flame of inspiration burning in your heart as long as possible. Hopefully, that will be a liftime.
Here is my take on"Words"
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/9inety/poem/324868
stay safe
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot