Words Can Move

While silence is golden, words are potent tools. A double edged sword, they can make or break.

Words can bind. The vows we take, the unsaid promises we make. The desires we express, the love we experience. The warmth we feel, the comfort we share. The memories we build, the delicate moments we weave.

Words can disconnect. The anger we seeth, the sadness we live with. The scars on our soul, the cerebral zones we lock away. The experiences we erase, the hurt we disguise. The distance we build, the bridges we burn.

Words can heal. The illustration of existence, the epiphany of life. The bandage we apply, the balm we rub in. The smile which runs through our body, the shedding of baggage. The presence of acknowledgment, the comfort of being.

Words are signals. They can mean or they can be mean. Words are a piece of the puzzle or the peace itself.