Words. Words. Words and more words.

As I spend my days wringing them out of my mind

Twisting them into suitable, readable shapes

A change here, a cut there.

Does this read sharp, dreamy or dull?

Thinking through comprehension, repetitions and boredom.

I think of half an adult life

Spent in the business of coaxing words to behave on a page

Hoping they will draw people in

wishing they will get a nod of understanding…

…sometimes from the gut, sometimes like ice cubes running down the back, stilling you with a sudden jolt.

Words. I hope they come to mean something, someday

As I face a screen and pour them out

Because if they don’t

Have I just wasted time?