You're there for me in ways
I cannot yet fully explain
I may not know your name
But our passion is the same
Let me share with you
What I feel, too
It took some time before I knew
This path we share, should be pursued
Through these words
We express our thoughts
Our fears, our desires
When our tongue's in knots
We doubt their power
Question its effect
Yet we continue to write
Adamant to perfect
The mark of an artist
Dedicated, through and through
Piecing together stories of beauty and heartache
For those unable to
We share a connection
Most won't understand
Old souls, storytellers
Stranger, take my hand
And remember, my friend
To believe in your words
From what I've read
It's imperative they're heard
© JL Smith