Words

 A scared young child woke up

Everyday wondering who she really was

She only had insecurities as answers

And she kept wondering if that is all she'll ever be.

She found a cradle in words

It knitted itself so tightly and whispered

Words of comfort she wished to hear

And kept her warm through the storm.

Words that turned the war cries on her tongue

Into blossoming fields of forgiveness,

Words that became her voice when others 

Asked her to shout and then muffled her screams,

Words that came as a friend that was ready 

To understand her anger and her sorrow.

Words that never attempted to silence who 

she was even when she could barely recognise herself.

With it, she fought for others,

She wrote endless love letters,

She breathed life into the remnants of her memories,

She chanted self-worth into her life,

And if the poet she is could give her a will to live

She'd write throughout her life.