Laura West Hall
Author, Poet & Playwright
I swim in words,
they swallow me up,
in waves of joy or grief, because,
the CRASH, then easing of the tide,
both comforts me and gives me pause.
I bounce the lighter words on top,
to play with them, and for protection,
from the heavy words that weigh me down,
in too much angst and self-reflection.
Now, I float in a sea of words,
both terrifying and benign,
they belong to all, yet all I crave
is to twist them and to make them mine.
