my words

29Apr08

If my words were hands

they should be comforting

protecting, nurturing, cultivating life

instead of blowing, smacking, hitting, pounding

forcing their way

but they haven’t been

if my words were sounds

they should be harmonizing, soothing arrangement

not a cacophony of anger, frustration, bitterness, and lazy careless

 

Yet that is what they  have been

I have been swimming in the seas of disappointment and envy for so long

that bitterness has seeped into my mouth

and the sad part is

my words have been toxic

instead of transparent

instead of healing the ears of the hearers

I have been wounding them

and so for  a while

I am boxing my words

shutting them up inside notepads and paper

where no human eye can see them

and embracing the silence

until it is time for me to speak again….

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