I started writing again
to better understand
why words had such an impact
on the world around me.
I know I can put a phrase together
more easily than most,
but at the same time,
if I cannot win the battle with my internal demons,
what is really the point in putting words together
if their value
only remains a vulgar
attempt to have meaning?
See the world through crystal shutters
only that rather opaque disjointed
ill-defined and unspoken truth.
‘Therein lies the rub’ the words of William …
Centuries ago, there were wise souls that spoke
of a universal language
moving storms and winning battles
through the sharp tongue of wit,
a banter that many a difficult outcome,
might easily have dispelled.
Yet, today, the fury rages,
we all seem caught inside the same,
rather delicious and provocative labyrinth.
At times when the right energy emanates
through walls of certain texture,
why then, how is it possible
everyone seems crystal clear.
Or might we be saying everyone,
is it ‘everyman’ keeps our tears alive?
I remember why, I just have difficulty
when I try to find the words.