Words Are What We Make Them.
What if we were more aware?
We listened more attentively and looked more closely?
Maybe we might see the destruction we make, the pain we cause, the hate we breed, and the cancers we spread.
And just maybe, it might trigger our conscience to compel us to be better.
Words
Are bullets
bombs
swords
poisons.
They could pierce right through
almost too fast that you don’t know the beginning nor the end of the pain.
They explode
living you disorientated, with nothing but bloody pieces of what's left.
They thrust through every cell they come in contact with, crush every bone they hit.
They burn everything they grace.
YET,
They could be a smile, radiant
piercing through the darkest of days.
Love
untamed, unapologetic.
Compassion
melting through the cold coat of inhumanity.
Kindness
consuming hate and envy.
Words
are what you make them to be
Destructive
Or
Constructive.
