Words are the Outlines of Feelings

I wanted to write something that could be a source of strength for someone, in a style somewhere between an essay and a poem. I have been supported by the time I spend reading books quietly alone, drawing strength from words.

If I were to create something, I thought it would be best to gather words that gently embrace someone, which is why I started note.

I found myself wishing it would be wonderful if I could write pieces that stay by someone's side when they are happy, sad, want to cry, or are simply alone.

Words are vessels that shape the outlines of our feelings.
I wrote this while thinking about such things.

If someone precious to you
were to walk upon the words
that come out of your mouth, what kind of words would you speak?

If you were to take back
the words you spoke
with the breath you inhale, what kind of words would you speak?

If you were to encounter
the words that left you
in the future, what kind of words would you speak?

But in the days I live,
are my feelings always contained within words?
I think it is okay to return the words you swallow to your heart,
and let yourself cry,

if it means touching the source
of those 'feelings that cannot be put into words.'