words are not who I am
they carry my emotions
and sometimes craft
my deepest pain
but words are not who I am
yes they occasionally tear out
my sorrow
but they also throw my joy
into fluorescent smiles
but words are not who I am
they help me explain the moments
that I experience
as my heart
crashes through days
and people
that impact upon me
like tiny meteorites
upon a moon
but words are not who I am
they explain only a second
of this man's life
a man who chose to write about
the things that everyone else
hides inside
