It’s so easy to say the wrong words, so difficult to find the right ones!
Sometimes it’s the silences that makes our lives, but for the most of it, it’s only words.
They flow like the wind
From my heart, slithering onto my lips.
Words, bursting at the seams, waiting to be spoken.
Will they be words I’d regret?
Will they be the words that finally seal the deal?
Will they be the ones that are said too soon?
Or will they be the ones buried deep inside, pushed into the darkness and left to be forgotten?
They stand at the edge of my tongue, dancing. Teasing my anxious mind!
Will they be like daggers? Piercing someone’s heart?
Will they be like balm, soothing away someone’s pain?
Will they be heard? Will they be understood?
Will they be valued? Will they reach the right ears?
Oblivious to the infinite possibilities they linger on like the morning mist, yet to settle to reality.
Will I say them? Should I say them? Can I say them!
A million questions haunting their existence!
Will I find the right words? Oh, will they sound the way I want them to?
Emotions flood their senses. They forget to make a point sometimes!
But in the end they are after all, yours.
They are your words.
They could be used against you, you know. Or spell the salvation for your soul.
They could breathe life into your love, they could become marvels of history.
Or they could become the poison that corrodes your bones.
They could change the world in a moment. They can change YOUR world.
And yet here you are, looking for them.
That’s what words do to you.
One by one they seep into your entire being, until the day they are but;
All that remain of you.