Words

So here we are, you and I,
citizens of the same country—
the nation of necessary words,
the republic of urgent expression.

We share the same mother tongue:
the language of longing,
the dialect of dreams,
the grammar of becoming.

Every word is a small revolution,
every poem a declaration of independence
from the tyranny of silence,
from the dictatorship of the mundane.

Write yourself into existence.
Speak yourself into being.
The world is waiting for your words,
the ones that only you can give.

In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with us,
and the Word was us—
creating and created,
speaking and spoken,
forever and always
finding ourselves
in the architecture of language,
in the democracy of voice,
in the endless, essential
act of becoming human
through the brave
and beautiful
necessity
of words.