Words flee from honest fingers
Letters left far
After the meaning is lost
Trapped thoughts
Set free
Freedom to speak your mind
A key to the sentence your
Afraid to say
Don’t say it then
Write it.
I write because that’s
My one weapon
I’m wayward in my words
My hope is in my hands
My chance is in written whispers
On the winds of wonder.
A tangled, barely-tangible truth
A seed in a single sentence
To sprout potential sanity
It makes me sane
To wield words wrought in
Ink and flame
Forever fighting
The festering fever
That is fear
Fear of the unknown
Fear of the unseen
Fear of a world that doubts
A dream
Take that light
And spill it onto paper
Put aside your pride
And piece together peace
Preach that you will erase
Words pre-written
On pages pre-printed
Rewrite fear, doubt, hate
And pencil in
Love, hope, freedom
We are the creators
Crafting connections
Through the power of
Penmanship
We are writers
Wrong or not
We will use our words
As our will
Writing and rewriting
The things to come.
Chance Walsh is an eighteen-year-old autodidact. He has been writing since he could read and recently finished his first novel, The Dream Descent, which he co-authored with his mother. He enjoys acting and has done a lot of theater. He’s also written screenplays and produced short films. His true passion is writing, and he wants nothing more than to be an author. He spends, arguably, too much time writing poetry and listening to music.
Cassoday Harder is a twenty-year-old photographer inspired by youth, femininity, and summer. View more of her work on Flickr or visit her website.