They can be as good as fingers.
They can be as trusty as the rock
you stick your bottom on.
But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ceiling.
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap.
They are the trees, the legs of summer,
and the sun, its passionate face.
Yet often they fail me.
I have so much I want to say,
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc.
But the words aren't good enough,
the wrong ones kiss me.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
but with the wings of a wren.
But I try to take care
and be gentle to them.
Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.

~ Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton was a Pulitzer Prize-winning American poet who is best known for the confessional style of her poems.  All her life, she suffered from mental illness and she first started writing poetry in an effort to combat her suffering.

Though she was at first nervous about the idea of taking a poetry class, she had quick success with it and soon her poems were being published in publications such as Harper's Magazine and The New Yorker, and she was working alongside poets like Sylvia Plath.