With Only Words

WITH ONLY WORDS

It is a most vulnerable and intemperate act
to believe myself a writer, to bare my
heart and soul to you my fellow mortal,
with vowels, consonants, and temerity,
trusting in a mere line of written symbols
to carry the intensity of my heart to yours.

And yet a thousand feet above the rocks of oblivion,
as if mesmerized by my passion to create
by sowing the seed of my soul in intercourse with life,
I step out onto thin air holding only the parts of speech,
hoping to safely cross this precipitous chasm while
balancing on an ephemeral thread of words.

Thomas Fideler

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