words

Sharp
painful
when I get an earful
of your words

soft
warm
comfort from your storm
with my words

truth
lies
my, how time flies
by these words

weapons and bandages
water and sandwiches
they feed us and starve us
they heal us and harm us

from my words

I am born
And I die
I destroy
And I cry

I create
I celebrate
I give
and I take

French, English, Mandarin
et cetera
Feeling loved in any language
makes me feel better
A

word
made the world
to the Christians

“Let there be light!”
And it was,
Because I said so

my parents’ words
the final say
the end of my day

as the world turns
so does my life with
my words.

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