Beyond Words

I have always known

the depth of words.

Their weight shifts

with the coming tides,

and each hurricane

manifests storms of words

elsewhere, where they inevitably become lost in translation.

The meaning is kept

within the word itself.

Its essence, driven my soul,

retransforms into a new love,

a new hope,

a new adventure.

The feelings of words,

I think,

are caught somewhere in between.

Every tear goes beyond,

and every outburst flies with the words like daggers to a chosen target.

No one said every rose had a thorn,

but one always fails to mention just how many thorns exist

regardless of the number of roses present.