Words, arranged on page in order march
To tell of things inside
Of distant lands, there people live
Choices they must decide
Dreams they have, happiness want
Morals learned anew
Conflict beat, yet not all
But soul they do renew
We give them life, they speak
In stories told
Of how they overcame
New life they now do hold
Writers write with vision set
Of life so far astray
Poke and prod, laughter, too
Another finds the way
We teach, we breathe to life
We shine a light upon
Truths and toils, what might be
Come the rising dawn
The cost is deep, the scars are seen
Of lonely writing faced
But at the end when others read
Our words on truth are based
You’re a good poet Rick 🙂 Words do give life… or not depending on how we use them – it’s true. And often it is lonely and can be scary digging so deep where we bring out the vulnerable parts of us that we aren’t sure we want others to see. Thanks for your insights set to poem! Lots of good thoughts:)
I love this poem Rick. This is coming from someone who has a hard time understanding poems. But yours shines through like a mirror looking back at me!