Wear It or Share It

Words to me are currency,

Their count is what I can spend…

Rich days affect the beginning,

Poor days can change the end.

I can be overwhelmed with beauty,

Some days I am overcome with pain.

Often, I write in technicolor,

Other days I paint the rain.

Regarding a personal feeling,

No words can force me to wear it.

A wealth of words in contrast,

Allows me to write and share it

Words play a large part in my dreams;

Many nights they are quite aloof.

The nights when words awake me,

Drop like large hail on my metal roof.