emerge like a stray arrow
that shot from nowhere
It pierces your bare skin
and inflicts deep wounds.
But words also come
like gentle raindrops on an open midday afternoon
Unknowingly, it touches your heart
and peels off old scars.
There are words that lunge like daggers aimed to kill
They cut into your soul
and end all sense of hope.
But then words unto life
brings growing seeds plowed by forgiveness
They bear fruit, spread love and cultivate happiness.
Words sprout in many ways.
They come in various forms.
They strike with relative meaning.
Words spring from emotions of different expressions.
But whatever you may feel,
Or what you may think,
Whatever choice of words you say,
Only mine shall hold be true to me.
Never fearing to speak up
When words set us free.
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