There is only so much,
So much feeling,
So much sadness,
So much joy,
And so much love,
That can be conveyed with simple words.
There comes a time,
When words are no longer enough,
When you have to act,
Or let the moment pass.
I for one hope,
That when my time comes,
I am ready to shine,
To do what must be done.
For now though,
I will keep my words,
For through them,
I am.
With them,
I can make mountains,
Create stars,
Control my fate.
With my words,
I can speak out,
Say what can't be said,
I can break all bounds,
What's acceptable,
What's proper,
These mean nothing to me.
With my words,
I can become more,
More than I ever hoped to be,
I can be strong,
I can be weak,
I can be whoever I want,
Regardless of what others think.
This is the beauty of my words,
They can do anything,
The only limit placed on the depth of words,
Is the depth of the soul from which they proceed.

The End

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