The Words
The words overwhelm you,
circle you,
attack you, each painful barb
drawing blood,
slowly draining life, one drop
at a time.
The words overwhelm you,
enfold you
with a gentle love that lifts you high
and lets you soar
their wind, and updraft to heaven.
The words overwhelm you,
About this poem
What we say matters. How we say it matters. Both the words we say to others, and the words we say to ourselves.
I think that is even more important in today’s world were we are assaulted with words and images. The ones that come from us to people we care about gain extra importance, extra value in the midst of all that noise.
And, for me at least, it makes the quiet times that much more valuable, when we can sort out the voices, both those outside ourselves, and the ones in our heads.
Tom

love this….words…your words….bring peace in the soul.
Oh, Tom, I *love* the repetition of that line, and the ending with a comma. That is PERFECT.
I bet you are the only one who “got” the comma. Most people probably thought it was a typo!