Words of Love

Words dwell in the realm of symbols. They frame the minutiae and dance with the music of our lives, nesting  in our minds and reverberating throughout the body we share. Our heart. 

No one can remove the words inside of me; no invisibility pen can erase me. 

Empathy. Justice. Compassion. Diversity. Equity. Inclusion. Anti-racism. Queer. Trans. Gay. Nonbinary. Women. LOVE.

Our power is in our words. Our stories. Our past. Our future. What is now and what is gone. Our words. Our collective heart. The Truth. My Soul. 

Burning a book cannot turn us to ashes. Ink cannot annihilate us. 

The bloody arrow lands in its blind pursuit. The stagnation stirs, fresh breezes on white linen wings delicately tickle each blade of arm grass. 

“I am alive,” it whispers. With a collective sigh the darkness falls to dust. An enchanted broom whisks away the loss while rusted brass windows swing open and laugh.