Twisted Words, Contorted Mind Poem by Cynthia Sok

This life we have lived
the breath of time we let go
we strived to take and give
huddling deeply in the dense packed snow

It is us who yearns for words
that means what they seem
some can be quite absurd
but it is I who is the feign

Twisted words screeching to a stop
the contorted mind befuddled in awe
as they fall plop plop plop
just like the glistening rain falling under the stars

Words we choose over thought
can cause you to lose your breath without a glance
and suddenly you know that you have caught
the flowers blooming wildly in your mind was just by chance