Word spill from our mouths

Each syllable comes without filtration

Passion in every last word.

Our souls freed from their cages

The weight holding our wings to our sides has been lifted allowing us to glide through the air. 

We all speak one language made up of alliteration metaphors and similes

But our tongues click in different dialects making each poem precious and unique to its writer

Each paper holds a message to all that are listening

Covered in markings that were born in our minds

A treasure map to feelings that one cannot express

A code where one must look for clues. 

Our words can be perplexing but they are filled with purpose

And listen closely and you may hear and unsung song