And me, I think writers are some of the most powerful people on earth.
.
As if planted in plain sight
But harvested only by wiry minds
The wordsmiths found a way to heal
Soon, they learned it belonged to a table
Next to a window
In a room lit only by God’s moon rays
There they got to crafting
They got to healing
They healed things that weren’t even broken
They brought life out of their heads
And gave it new walls—earth
No longer was it buried in a loop
Threatening to spill
No, with their words
They had risen to the hilltop
Erected cities
Created something
A gift
For being created
