Words

These words
Leaping from my pencil
To your mind.

Like a seed they will plant,
Put down roots,
Until slowly it takes over.

These words
Leaping from this page
Into your mind.

They'll strike a chord
Pleasant,
Or not,
You'll be forced to listen.

These words,
There's no escaping them.
They run me down,
Throw me about,
Bounce around
My mind.

There's no fighting it.
The only cure is
To get it all
Out on paper.

The worlds eyes
Will make my words,
Practically a diary,
Prey to their harsh judgment.

These words,
Will be taken
And manipulated,
Changed.
Until it's pleasing
To the reader.

But still,
The original
Is burned in
The back of your
Mind.

Like a plant
Left unattended,
These words will
Take over all else.

Like a plant,
Well cared for,
These words will be pure beauty,
Capturing my
Essence.

These words,
Leap from
Me to you.