My Word Poem by Nate Morris

In its simplest form, word moves.
Moves from dark to light, light to dark.
Circumstances dictate the motivation
For how word leaves it's mark

My word, sincere
My word, not always clear
My word, I promise
My word, given without fear.

Judgment, I'm not afraid
My thoughts intended to drive in lieu.
Away, my intention is not
Closer, my intention is true

My word, you thrill me
My word, now due
My word, I hope to see
My word to see me through.