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