Like a disease they cling to me,

the madness they create I am forced to write something down as they flow like a river, sometimes rushing, sometimes gentle, or sometimes painful and deliberate…

Words hurt me, while thrilling me, they make me fat and giggly,

they make me sad and broody.

Words hold me hostage until I agree to set them down and empty my cache.

They come back every time I thought they’d gone, words never leave me, my words are my scourge, my loves, my refuge my beautiful friends…

Words are glorious and will be my bitter end or will they be with me to the end? Words are quirky,

Word!!!