The Word

This is a poem I wrote about the way we forget where words come from, their original roots and meanings. The way words evolve and what they have meant through time, what they truly mean at their core, is often lost and right in front of us at the same time.

Vibrant, it’s
the strangest secret
And in plain sight
is where we keep it

Within the word, you’ll
find the whim
Unravels
like a waking limb