Words

Words

I know…
This was a beautifully
Clean blank page
Before I decided
To blather all over it
With what I will most likely
At some point in the future
Profess to be some
Semblance of misguided poetry…
Every day I hear someone say
“Words make a difference”
Though I’ve left at least
A million words
Upon these pages
None of which
As yet
Have changed the world…
I pretend
There are those who read them
And my words make them smile
But I cannot see them…
I pretend
There are those whose hearts
Are touched
By certain words I say
But I cannot feel them…
I pretend
There is one soul
That stirs within my words
But I cannot find them…
I pretend
My words will change my life
But I cannot reason
What does not stand before me

I know…
This was a beautifully
Clean blank page
Before I twaddled
All over it
Pretending that
My words of prattle
Showed at least
Some semblance
Of misguided poetry…
But within these
Misguided words
I can pretend
That they will change the world
That they will put a smile
Upon the face of another
That they will touch the heart
Of someone in need of feeling love
That they will stir the soul
Of one who is searching
To find their way…
That I will 
In some most delicate way
Find reason to understand
What does not stand before me…

Michael33