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By Michele Griffin
An insightful poem by a brilliant young woman
Words—is that all you have to describe me?
Simple words that belong to this life alone?
I am so much more.
How can you describe a soul that lives forever somewhere in the vastness of time?
How can you describe something that begins and ends, before and after the words begin to be, and crumble into the dust all around us?
Magical words and syllables hidden on the depths of tongues.
The words will fade away into the dull pages of the books we used to read.
The whispers on the wind of the old forgotten songs and lullabies.
One day someone might stumble on these few simple words and think; and ponder; and then from them spring newer words.
So, I ask you again, words—is that all you have to describe me?
A picture seems worth a thousand and yet both picture and word fade away.
From dangerous to unstable. From happy to sane.
Tell me; show me where these words begin, where they end.
Tell me the magic that can truly describe my soul, that can show you just how special I can be, and just how special you can be.
Tell me when the words die and true understanding begins.
When words can no longer deceive and hide.
When I can see you and you can see me, with the truest colors that words cannot imagine.
When words don't interfere; when they don't maim; when they don't scar; when they don't unjustifiably soothe.
Tell me; show me; forget your words.
I'm sick of them because they give no escape.
When there can be trust again, and no fear of lies.
That's when you can describe me; when words are gone and a single look can say it all.
Words will never be able to describe you the way that someone's heart can.
The way that our own secret language hidden deep under the surface of our skin deep in our very souls, can describe. That; that is where you can describe me.
The day that words end.
The day you find that hidden language.
The day your heart can see into mine.
No sooner, for words belong to this life alone and I am so much more.
Simple words that belong to this life alone?
I am so much more.
How can you describe a soul that lives forever somewhere in the vastness of time?
How can you describe something that begins and ends, before and after the words begin to be, and crumble into the dust all around us?
Magical words and syllables hidden on the depths of tongues.
The words will fade away into the dull pages of the books we used to read.
The whispers on the wind of the old forgotten songs and lullabies.
One day someone might stumble on these few simple words and think; and ponder; and then from them spring newer words.
So, I ask you again, words—is that all you have to describe me?
A picture seems worth a thousand and yet both picture and word fade away.
From dangerous to unstable. From happy to sane.
Tell me; show me where these words begin, where they end.
Tell me the magic that can truly describe my soul, that can show you just how special I can be, and just how special you can be.
Tell me when the words die and true understanding begins.
When words can no longer deceive and hide.
When I can see you and you can see me, with the truest colors that words cannot imagine.
When words don't interfere; when they don't maim; when they don't scar; when they don't unjustifiably soothe.
Tell me; show me; forget your words.
I'm sick of them because they give no escape.
When there can be trust again, and no fear of lies.
That's when you can describe me; when words are gone and a single look can say it all.
Words will never be able to describe you the way that someone's heart can.
The way that our own secret language hidden deep under the surface of our skin deep in our very souls, can describe. That; that is where you can describe me.
The day that words end.
The day you find that hidden language.
The day your heart can see into mine.
No sooner, for words belong to this life alone and I am so much more.
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