My words are one of the finest swords
That safeguard strident tongue but they’re not chaotic.
Might be shallow but dash unconscious mind.
Rolling stones that are thrown by the scrunching sea waves,
Not as exquisite as diamond but sporadic like pearl.
Daises among roses.
Not bastes but mend open lacerations of anxiety.
My lullaby when sleep spurts.
Cozy blanket that removes whisper of vagueness and insecurity.
Pillows that help me wander into the deepest cave of fantasy.
They’re my written voice when lips have bristles.
My tears when heart aches.
My shoulders when there’s no one to lean on.
My safest place in a world of judgment.
Words coming from my blood that help me breathe.
My words are not to be verified.
Should be chewed, swallowed, and assimilated.
Declaim with your heart, not with blind eyes.
Tear its cover; touch every sinewy meat of emotion.
Then you’ll find halcyon in my calmest sea called a masterpiece.