A poem of Words

Words,

A strange collection of noises.

Spoken,

Lost to the wind

Forever to the mind.

Words

can cut,

They are a blade,

Digging deep into flesh.

Piercing through layers,

And cracking through bone.

Words,

They are hooks.

Hooks that catch you.

Hooks that drag you.

Drag you into black depths.

Words,

can manipulate.

They can warp the ground you stand on,

Changing reality.

A veil that hides.

Words,

are snakes.

Choking the sound.

Stopping the air.

And feeding denial.

Words,

They can infect.

They can resonate.

A poison drowning your sanctuary,

Until it leaks.

Words,

They can make you do things.

That you would never do.

You WOULD NEVER DO.

Would you?

But words,

The very thing that fills your mouth,

They can do so much more.

Words,

they spark fires.

Fires that burn within hearts.

The fires that run within your bones.

The fires that make you win.

Words,

Kissing you with love,

Filling you with warm, sweet chocolate.

Bringing blush to the skin,

and roses to grow.

Words,

They inspire.

They can move mountains,

Shake oceans,

And take down the heavens.

Words can build,

They paint worlds.

Like an Autumn sky with cotton candy clouds.

Or Rushing traffic and bitter coffee.

But they can paint people too.

Messy hair, crooked glasses, soft lips.

Loud noises, bumping shoulders, dark clothes.

They can trigger sensations.

Like the embrace of an oversized jumper,

Or the smooth waves of clean sheets,

Gliding across freshly shaved legs.

Words can teach,

They can bring light to dark corners,

They can prepare you,

Protect you,

And remind you why it’s worth it.

- Alex