Little Book of Magic

All the passion I contain;
All the strengths I embody-
and that embody me-
manifest themselves in the form of words.
They come forth from me
as a river from a stream,
as a cloudburst on a seemingly perfect day.
Unexpected, yet strangely welcome.
Words are powerful.
Some are only as powerful
as the person who speaks them-
some have no power,
and others are powerful beyond measure,
whether spoken or read-
they can cause great pain, or bring great joy.
Words-
they are magic,
they can cause us to feel unspeakable, inexplicable things;
They can take us to places
far beyond that even which our own 
thoughts could create.
Words can cause us to fantasize, to fly....
to picture beautiful insanities,
transport us to worlds
beyond our imaginative mindsets.
Words can also cause destruction,
deadly and fiery crashes into oblivious hatred.
Painful descents - or glorious uprisings?
Words are magic-
a learned evil, or an innate good?
Depending on the speaker, and the listener,
the writer and the reader,
words carry an impact
that can either empower-
or devastate.
They help us to form opinions,
likes and dislikes...
They bring feelings to life;
My hasty scribble 
and wandering rambles
could rivet some,
and turn others away.
My words,
yours,
his, and hers,
can have an unspeakable effect on someone's life.
This is why I write-
This is why I bare my soul...
My words can touch someone.
Aloft as a fairy - sprinkling gold-dust and  dew,
You'll always see me with the 
magic wand that is my pen,
and the little book that holds my magic.