These Words

These words are meaningless

They don’t breathe or think

I didn’t give them eyes to see

Or a mouth to speak

They are nothing but my thoughts

Expressed for no-one to read

Since I was little I’ve always had this ability

To play music

To sing

To write masterpieces that no-one would believe

Yet I push it away like it’s a curse

I fold them up and file them away in some old purse

I gave up on so much in such little time

My ability to sing to play and rhyme

Please don’t judge these words you read

For it is not their fault they cannot bleed

It was I that always smiles in a silent scream

My talent isn’t what you see or hear

It isn’t what you read or fear

It is what is hidden below all that

It is me sitting there with a heart that Is now flat

Take these words as you will

Or shove them down your mouth like a pretty pill

And as I write these words on this page

I’ll save the rainbows and dreams for another day.

These words do not have a body to bend

But they do have a magical power to mend.