Day 133: Own Words

I am fascinated by the idea of our own word versus that which we draw upon. The simple understanding is that we create from our own thoughts, the way we bind them and stitch them together must be our own. And though that makes perfect sense I am forced to ask myself sometimes if they are a result of what comes from the outside. Our own words are inspired outlets that lets us integrate them back into the world. So I write to this idea of our own words versus the borrowed self. I hope they lend meaning.

Own Words
The idea was that we would borrow words from time to time,
Some thoughts that have been passed down
                             & some lost in transition for a while
My own words were said out loud in the day
And some of the things were kept aside, the ones we couldn't say

I think of topics to write about in days,
Not knowing my writing are sometimes
                          nothing more than borrowings someways
No we are not counting characters at ends of line,
We are record keepers, and story writers
                          and just poets of simpler times

Your stories today are about the world outside, when it speaks to you
It has been found too loud at times, and sometimes just whispers it way through
Do we write with our own words today, I wonder if we borrow from those outside
Among things we create or stitch together or simply read and write

We are story tellers none the less, we create magic out of simple things
We give powers to the immovable ones, to those in need we give them wings
Whether mine or your whose ever it may be, I get to keep the words whatever maybe
Tonight I keep the borrowed own & some that I get to set free.