Words can inspire,           

Or destroy.

Words can mend burned bridges,

Or add kerosene.

Words can foster love,

Or pull the last straw.

Words can speak truth,

Or spread lies.

It’s a double edged sword,          

Something we can no longer ignore.

Sure, it’s healing,

But it can worsen the bleeding.

 

It’s how we create pictures for the blind,

And calm our fragile state of mind.

I’m only seventeen,

But somehow I’ve felt things I’ve never seen.

It’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives,

Which are all unfolding on pages, right before my eyes.

Millions of lessons,

Coming from one’s self reflection.

The understanding of another’s pain,

So a life is never lost in vein.

Thought provoking.

Soul consuming.

Self loathing.

Heart soothing.