Pull a little word from out your pocket,
The one that’s tucked away that you can’t say,
The sticky one, the one with fuzz bits on it,
The one you kept and snuck it well away,
The one that when you see it, on appraisal,
Looks a lot like rubbish to your mind,
Rinse it off and look again, might notice,
It’s the one you lost and tried so hard to find.
That sticky word, adrift in secret places,
Diamond in the rough, a gem concealed,
Searched for, sought and needed, once unheeded,
That’s the one that could be, should be, new revealed.
Sticky words, I know them, they spell trouble,
Trouble while they’re lost in tiny holes,
Found, they are a gift, a grace regranted,
Sticky words can unstick word-stuck souls.