immortal

 
a nothing writer...
 
writing myself into no noteworthy book
I write because I must
my soul aches with the words
when I sleep they press in on me
demanding I free them
 
I fight with them
yes, fight
I want to bend um
make them say what I want
they come out as is
 
they don't budge
I can color them any way I want
still the black and white of it is there
the truth can't be denied
 
you can't break words
they aren't given to human frailty  
they are immortal
 
will live on long after I die
they will survive
are fighters
 
brawl for their right on the page
to stand in the light
and for a moment enter a person's mind
 
then shared to another and another
speaking to hearts
changing one's thoughts
making history by breaking rules
 
they are rebels
they won't conform
they live like this moment is all they've got
 
because I'm a nothing writer
and this moment is all they have