In Common Light

What are words, really? 
Besides mere black and white ink 

A simple line, perhaps 
One that we have seen 
Time and time again 
Over and over without meaning, simply imprinted onto paper.

You look once, and they're nothing --
Mere words that hold nothing. 

But
This time around, 
You look and 
Something happens.
The look deepens
And quickly, without realizing, 
As smooth as ever, 
A feeling arises

The words are no longer 
A mere print 
But instead are 
Full in 
spirit and feeling 
Full in 
flesh and wisdom.

You are encapsulated by these words.

You have lived now, you have 
Felt those words as more 
Than what they once were

This is growth 
This is triumph. 

You have lived in rawness
Truly
And will only continue to.