Better Than Words

Pen and paper keep you sane.
Sometimes that works for me, too.
But I don’t get joy from eloquent words
In the way that I know you do.
Words are never enough for me,
They often mean nothing at all.
While you sit at your desk
And write your deep thoughts,
I longingly stare at a wall.
I stand there and wait
For the music to play,
Then I run
And I jump
And I fall.

Down on the ground
Is where my strength truly shows;
My arms are my shield
As I rise to my toes.
The music progresses,
The intensity threefold.
The sweat drops are forming;
I’m a little less cold.
I pull at my clothes
And push all the limits.
Within this shaking body
Raw emotions inhibit.
I move faster now,
Emoted tears start to drop.
I dance harder, more forceful,
I don’t think I can stop –

‘Til with one last passionate step
All movement has ceased.
I am all empty now,
My feelings released.
I stand up and notice the room I am in,
Where nothing’s between the wall and my sins
But the heavy air, buzzing lights,
The pounding in my head
And my thumping heart beats;
Thank God I’m not dead.

Now maybe you know
How I want you to see
That breaking through the words
Is what really sets you free.
So what say you now,
Sitting there at your desk?
You’ve not touched your pen
While I’ve yet to rest.
And I’ll keep on going,
For you know what they say:
The better strive for best,
And I’ll be there someday.