A Word

A Word

When the words come together,

You cannot deny them,

They dance for you,

They make the pretty picture.

When the words come together,

They must be spoken,

They must be writ,

They are as insistent as the rain.

When the words come together,

They speak of you open,

Telling your pain and gladness,

Making you transparent, no longer shy.

When the words come together,

They ask not acceptance,

They simply shout their truth,

They need not explain why.

When the words come together,

It is an impelling,

A requirement to speech,

A goad to make say.

When the words come together,

The satisfaction is in expression,

The delight is in the release,

A catharsis in phrase.

When the words come together,

They demand to be used,

An urging of tell,

Read not, heard not, still – they were said.

Cliff Lake 3/17/2023

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