Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Words Save Me
If I ever need a gray day to look brighter I take cover under lavish words. The kind you can spread above yourself and color your skies. The kind you can stretch upwards until it seems like tomorrow is not so far out of reach. Words that drip from books and then bloom under my feet. Words that seed themselves in my heart. Words I can gather and use to softly line the inside of my thoughts. Words I can climb into and climb out of at will. Words that give a grasshopper wings and a tree its roots.
These are the kinds of words I feast on and swim in and dine with.
This is the reason I wish my house was made of books. Because you can huff and puff and blow, but the words remain on the page. Like anchors. Like lighthouses. Words come for me. They rope me in. They throw life rafts and inflatable rings. They call my name in the shadows of life. They sound through my fogs. And they wait patiently for me to write them.
Words save me. Repeatedly. Whether I am reading or writing. Words fill in the gaps when my heart struggles to beat.
I will forever be thankful.
What about you? What do words mean to you?