words are weapons; we wield them well
i am drowning
in words
i wish i could say
but, i cannot
it is why i wrote them
instead of spoke them
and now, even writing them
is too much
i once said that
a weapon is not a weapon
until someone picks it up
that it cannot hurt other people
until it is touched by a person
and can’t that be said for words too
that they are powerless unless heard or seen
or is the writer hurt in the writing
is there nothing we can do without pain
-they say the pen is mightier than the sword, but they both hurt who they touch
This poem is about:
Me
Our world