The destroyed me...

Words

Rather than shouting,screaming,hurting,rather than pointing fingers..

I write words,a Grace of Heaven..

To find a way,to face yourself,to let it out,to free yourself..

Words,may sound wounding,may make you cry,but it's true,

That when you read,when the person pens down the feelings,

Words calm them down,the intense burn,the hurt,the pain,the anger..

Rather than hurting someone with irrational anger,rather than blaming someone,rather than crying and dying in heartache,

It's best,to let it go,let the words flow,let the feet dance,let the voice sing..

So,my words,no it's yours,it never was mine,for I am yours,

I bow to Thee for this grace too,to let my words become my voice..

To let my feelings connect with words,

And let it form something,which I wish is eligible of reading by you..

As I pen down words..