Dancing Words

by Tirzah Shams

I pick up a pen and a pencil
Pour out words on a page
My words dance to the rhyme
They stand proud on their stage

I peek from behind the curtain
Watch them happy with their art
I view them come together
I see them fall apart

They are slightly off the beat
But none the less happy and proud
I see a few shy away
And some are screaming loud

I see how some hold hands
And some stay miles away
I hear some yelling words
I hear some silently say

But each one knew their own power
How they make sense to me
So what if the world doesn’t know
How each one makes me free