We are words on a page
spoken into existence.
Lined up lives
punctuated
and capitalized.
We are dreams
cast aside
as realities roll in.
Feelings fluttering
in the wind.
Silence between shouts.
We are empty messages
and full expressions
exclaimed, declared
and whispered.
Secrets exploring
unknown truths.
We are all
these and more…
lined up
in a sentence
with love
as the period.
*photo by Mark Casey
