Words?

This is a 2 second write at the computer, I will probably read it tomorrow and say what was I thinking and delete it. Hope everyone had wonderful holidays vamp) There is something about last minutes, They ruin moments. Or draw them to a wonderful close, They are the opening to new beginnings. Trying to be metaphorical when your head hurts, A bad idea. Even in writing one conforms to something they are supposed to be, A bunch of detached words thrown together. Try to please the growing judgements, And make some profound analogy. They try to create a new gateway, But alas they fail and the opening to another beginning is yet so far away. When a word is read it is interpreted, Differently by every audience. To one it opens a haven, To another a hell. Words are the creation of wisdom, Words are the birth of human kind. Words themselves are the gateway of an above average species, Words are the sin of man. Writing opens a gateway far beyond easy, But no one realizes the spiritual plain. Of words, And no one realizes that in all the topsy-turvy language there is more than there appears. -Sheena Allen Dec 06