Sometimes it Hurts to Write...but it Hurts More Not To

Sometimes it hurts to write. 

Pain bleeds through each word.

Heart pounds at reflective memories.

But it hurts more to keep it inside.

The words ooze from my pores.

Fighting each other to be heard

In a world where you're told 

Your words 

Your experiences

Your memories

Don't count.

Words from my heart to your soul.

Words that unify.

Words that relate.

Words that define.

And refine.

And rebuild.

And recreate.

And resound with the masses

In spite of the fact

That we are not supposed to care

About those that

Are not our mirror image.

Those that Look different,

Love differently,

And live in different worlds.

These words have to make an appearance 

On the hearts and minds of

Any who spot them on a page.

Digest them into their soul

And breath.

Your words, our words, our world

We must share.

And care.

And love.

And be.

My words are ours to 

Feel and see.

And love

And live

And laugh.

They flow automatically 

Without my permission,

But fight to be freed from my own 

Self doubt.

So I let them be.

To flee

And love

And live in your heart too.

To let you know 

You are not alone

In your wildest dreams.

My words, 

my heart, 

my love

is there with you.

Will you share, too?