words have power i’m sure we’ll all agree that words have strength, wouldn’t you like to see? i must reiterate that certain letters have bite and some arrangements have sting and when unacknowledged, watch the fire rage within. i wonder whether it’s all worth it, the ability, the drive to want to fight, to stand up for what is right, what is noble, what is correct, filled with might, we are known for being powerful far longer than after our inkwell’s stopped remaining wet, no matter the censorship, our words can never be truly wiped, we will never sit with errant regret. words can hold one captive and steady, they can hold one as victim too truly sweet, waiting for the sense of amorality to hit, and I think, is this it? is this moment of truth, exposure to the cold visceral really worth it? i could sit here contemplating the stab within my drawn arrow, the poison behind my dart, the strength behind my sideways swing, the scrawled directions to a stairway still, why is life directing us this way, mismanaging its power, righteous words, they manage to take, these words might wish to heal. though, they are not so powerful after all, at least not in an offensive mode, in fact, they can smooth over the sorrow, I suppose, in a way that’s far more potent than any attack method that could be shown to those pulled into line, life is dragging us in tow. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by David Pennington on Unsplash
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