We created words.
We gave them the meanings that have today.
How foolish were we to forge these double edged daggers?
Something that could hurt to keep in, equally as painful to say aloud.
We were the ones who gave them the power.
The power to destroy us or rebuild us, we feel deprived if some aren't spoken and suffocated if some are.
We celebrate a child on their first word, We sing, we shout, we protest,
But can't you see that they control us.
Some gain fame by saying words so melodiously,
Others stitch them together to create a whole life for someone else to cherish.
Then there's me, the poet, who will remind you that they are powerful.
YOU ARE READING
Afternoon Thoughts
PoetryHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
