I am a prisoner of many words these chains imagined by the muse when I submit to sadist’s prompt write another before the dawn this how of how I face the world weaponized to cast sly doubt on my place amongst the tribe a lone suspect of many crimes
deprecation is the gift of those who whisper soul’s dark depths exclaiming truths lost to most with the tools of the bard all these labels near at hand I’ll accept them to explain where I’ve been before the now intentions stated for clarity
the greatest challenge is in the now to justify who I am putting blame where it may land knowing much is on my head as consequence the world my frown wince at the reasons of my mind the majority will extol explications I must ignore
a few like souls will relate the bravest seeing mirrored states matches made across the years still congruence helps to heal they may share the same words or the proof is in a nod now the captive is set free no longer separate as I scrawl.
The poem “Many Words” is about the challenge and power of the writer, be they a poet or novelist. Inspiration may come from self-centered thoughts vacillating between joy and despair. This echo chamber is put to words that are read by others. This sharing results in a combination of condemnation and replied relating. The former is discarded. The latter shares a thought, resulting in the writer feeling less alone.