Words
Words
Oh how we love them
They lift us
Build us up
Inject love to the centre of our being
Painted into pictures colouring our dreams
Writing or reading or tumbling from our tongues
Words fill our minds and our lungs
They are the wings on which our spirits travel
Ecstacy
We are freed with their meaning
Words
Oh how we hate them
They trip us
Cause us to fall down
Words rip our hearts from our chest
We are transported to lands of gray matter
Knocked off of the rungs of our ladders
Millstones tied to our ankles
Desperation
Frustration
Words on a page
Help release rage
What we hate can heal
Layers that we peel
Spokes within the wheel
In the end neither good or bad
We need both happy and sad
No day without night
No surety or fate
Words are just a tool
A gift to satiate
So we all drink
The words that others think
We can love or hate them
But in the end
Words create a link
Inspired by my friend Eileen Ghali
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