Ode to Writing

Words provide comfort
Though the spoken make me uneasy
One can only articulate so much when put on the spot
One can only strive to not make a fool of oneself

Words on paper
Filling blank pages with density
Irrelevant and meaningless as they may be
Make me feel significant
Anchor my mind to stability
Allow for a space where no judgment is needed

Words let me break the barrier
Letting concepts slip into a more definite existence

I may be unwilling and unintelligent
I may have little to offer

Yet I am still granted
The privilege of words