Late nights
Spent typing in the dark, Vibrations streaming to my ears, Words made of letters and sentences made of words, Words that I created. There's power on being a writer-- You can create worlds, people, ideas-- You can build people up, make them feel like they're among the stars, Or you can tear them down, make them feel six inches tall. I like to think I use the pen for good, That I help build others up, That I create beauty from the same 26 symbols, And I know just how much those tiny symbols can tear into you, How they can make you feel alone, and tiny-- And so I like to help people back on their feet. My friends know the power of words, And they help too. If I couldn't write, I wouldn't be me. I'd smile less, I'd see only the black and white, not the shades in between, And I'd never be able to do anything about concepts and questions in my head. So thank you for the words, Thank you for the laughter, Thank you for illuminating my world.
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