Only Words

For what is there that cannot be built with a word, or destroyed in a momentary lapse of clarity?

Empires forged and forsaken on a lover’s broken promise,

Sanctuary for fragile minds found in pages, where broken worlds heal and become whole,

To read is more than just to escape, it is to live.

Agrophobic hermits dance fandangos across crowded dancefloors, free at last,

Wheelchairs transform into phone boxes, portals for rejuvenated Supermen,

Bound by tragedy and illness no longer.

Broken hearts can heal and yearn again, and the blind bask,

Eggshell speckled sunbeams dotted with hope that breaks the canopy above them.

Fireworks explode and the deaf do shudder, whilst the mute burst into song.

Tempests sweep in and water those in arid lands,

Whilst landlocked sailors patrol the seven seas.

Virgins delight at innuendo and giggle at raunchy script.

Universes exist uncounted, explored only by the children in their rocket ships,

Whilst the gutter makes way for princesses and princes to reign again.

Dragons patrol foreign skies, and battles rage eternally,

Myth an invalid currency in the yellowed pages in which they live.

Not once does the mind let reality bite and chew our dreams,

Or tell the orphan to check their unwanted tears.

There is nothing that cannot be, and nothing that never was,

Only words.