Poetry Notebook

Words...

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Warning: Language and could be triggering, maybe. Promise, it's not that bad.

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A word is something more than just simply letters on a page.

Words hold incredible powers and can set any stage.

Some people may think words are just sounds that hold no meaning.

The truth is words can create, can be uplifting or demeaning. 

The first words we hear are that while in our mothers' wombs.

And the last are uttered before our bodies lay silent in their tombs.

The firsts give us connection, let us know we're somehow alive.

The second leads us on our journey to the other side.

Words spoken can bring upon us a wonderful, colorful life.

Words spoken can take down a person, dangerously sharp as a knife.

It's hard to hold on to truth, we're all beautiful and unique,

When every word we hear is nothing more than a harsh critique.

We can start to feel worthless, our hearts hurting deep down inside.

Our worth as a person and art is sometimes just cast aside.

Then comes the horrible pain, then comes the terrible torment.

Our need for perfection, for acceptance, makes us feel discontent.

We start to hate what we were given, start to hate who we are,

Even those with souls that shine so brightly as the stars.

We take the actions we think we need, we want to be acknowledged as more.

We look down and can't stand the sight we see, the body we abhor.

Everyone takes a different path to achieve the perfection that they crave.

Some may even quite give up, in the end they sadly cave.

Sometimes I feel as though I can't go on, I can't continue with it all,

Whore, bitch, slut, stained, and all the more cause me to fall.

I fall deeper and deeper into the dark, like the many others before me.

Silently I scream and cry for aid, someone who is sadly an absentee.

I can only hope to wait until I can once again see the light.

I can only hope to wait until someone completely restores my sight.

I want to believe not everyone can be uncaring and so cold.

We all need at least one person to show us we're really made of gold.

For now, with great effort, I hold onto one truth alone.

We're all beautifully handcrafted diamonds, truly precious stones.

While the hate continues on, and I keep waiting for my prince,

The hurtful words will continue on, trying to convince.

While it's hard to see the truth beyond these words and lies,

I'm here to tell you to not believe, don't forget you're a prize.

You're worth more than anything else, more than a television or phone

You're a piece of art, unique as them all, a flower of your own.

Grasp and hold onto the truth with me, I know it's hard it's true.

Just keep in mind we're both perfect, these lies are the wrong worldview.

A word is something more than just simply letters on a page.

Words hold incredible powers and can set any stage.

Don't use your words to hurt, don't use your words to speak lies.

Use your words to show everyone the truth of what they have underlies.