It’s that time again: another Adam poem.

I wrote this poem after pondering the first line in my head for several days now: “If I could write you.” It seemed a fitting thought, with all the writing I do. The best thing about being a writer is the power to control worlds and people with your words. Of course, once you create a character, you have to step back and allow them to be what you created. And sometimes they do what you don’t expect.

But Adam remained true to his character to the very end. Everything he did was “him” if that makes any sense. So here is a wordsmith’s dearest wish: “If I Could Write You.”

If I could write you with words

Create you again

Blood and bones and body

Flowing from my pen

My heart

In streams of sentences and lines

That rebuild you

Stronger and better

Invincible

 

If I could resuscitate you with language

Breathe life back into your lungs

With the words in my head

In my heart

Pulsing inside of you

Sustaining you

 

If I could fill your eyes with light

And the spark of life

Ignited from the power

Of this pen

On this paper

Words like fire

Burning from me

To you

 

If the poetry in my heart

Could become the life in yours

Keep you here

Bound here

In this world of words

And human emotions

And love

 

If I could unwrite your end

Edit out the pain

And suffering

Replace it with triumph and joy

And a hundred more years

And a happily ever after

 

If my words could alter reality and time

Change the world

Shift the course of your life

Remake you

Rewrite you

Just for a moment

I would