It Must Fit

Trying to improve it.
To make it better.
Whatever it may be.

It might be love.
It might be food.
It might be health.
It might be pain.
It must evolve.
It must be pushed.

Further.
Harder.
Shorter.
Softer.

It must be rhymed.
It must fit.
Fit inside your lip.

A word that is everything.
Before there was a thing.
Before you were a boy.
Before you were a girl.
You were an it.

A word softly spoken.
Tenderly prepared for.
We are so lucky to have it.

It is on its way.
It is everything we know
When words can’t describe.

More than the four walls we paint.
More than the cars we drive.
More than the words we scribe.

It is inside of you and me.
It is what we believe in and forsake.
Each day I birth it.

Making it be.
So that we might one day be free
From the words we do not know or see.