curiosity’s downfall

student of many

with endless thirst for learning

yet mastering none



The strength of words

is more powerful than any force.

Tides crashing down in deep,

winds whipping round in tempest,

compares in no way

to the prison one is placed

when words are stripped.

Not by choice.

Not chosen silence.


And he becomes a caged soul,

scraping and clawing,

to be understood.

He speaks in shadows

of void, unable to share.

The peace,

the peace that is visible

when his words are found,

even word by word,

is the peace of being able

to connect.