My Words

by laurie howland

The ink hits the paper
 And the words begin to form
 Shapes, lines, dashes and dots
 The amazing beauty they bring
 As they come together
 Like an orchestra
 With its violins, oboes and drums
 All creating a cacophony 
 Of sound
 Of beauty
 Of magic
 Letters are the instruments
 That form the words
 To carry the rhythm of my soul
 They are my words
 My meaning
 My expression of who I am
 What I feel
 And what I think
 Their weight on the paper
 Is heavy
 With reflection
 Sadness
 Loneliness
 Joy
 Or gratitude
 So many varying emotions
 The words can express
 As each line forms
 A letter
 To form a message
 A thought or a feeling
 They are all mine
 And I love them
 They need not be perfect
 Award winning
 Some may find them odd
 Or boring
 Oh, what a bold word choice 
 They may say
 Oh, heavens, she makes no sense
When she uses the word cacophony
 But all those judgements
 Do not matter
 For they are my words
 To release
 In whatever order I choose
 My words
 My stringing together
 Of lines to form letters
 To form meaning
 My meaning