Words Complete Me

I am a shell.

A Shell of Me

When I am without words.

I create them.

I read them.

I speak them.

I hear them.

They define my feeling.

They sort out confusions.

They let me give gifts of love.

Share moments of humor.


I fumble and stumble with them.

I paint pretty pictures with them.

I put light on my fears with them.

And when I have no words-

I am shocked.