Break My Bones

Wordsmiths, take heed ... Letters of the alphabet, By themselves are but harmless shapes Of ink or graphite or digital information, (Placed in ordered variations of ones and zeros), But when combined in specific patterns and placement and propriety, Become the most powerful weapons and tools known to humanity. How many countless lives have been changed, worsened, improved, Manipulated, darkened, brightened, ended, or even BEGUN, As a result of their use by an intelligent mind and deft writing implement? How much love, hate, kindness, vitriol, care, apathy, Truth, hypocrisy, forgiveness, jealousy, joy, or even horror, Has been carried to its mark by the thoughtful control Of their placement and structure and management? Oh, what horrible irony there is in the assumption that "words can never hurt" ... They are, without a doubt, the most hurtful things ever created by man, And yet their keen and acute ambiguity make them their own saviors, And by positive application and intent, Can be the most magnificent and wonderfully Exquisite creations that we are capable of. Be ever vigilant when you consider their organization and use, For by their very nature you may be sending forth A thoughtful work of fascination and beauty, Or unleashing a monster of incalculable horror and venom. WE are the bows that send the arrows forth, WE are the guns that let loose the bullets, WE are the catapults that let fly the burning stones, But we are also the hands that pick the flowers, That gently part the hair, that hold and caress with tenderness, That encourage and help and touch and feel and explain and honor ... ALL by the ways we form and group those individual letters of the alphabet, ALL in the mindful ways we arrange Those seemingly harmless little squiggles and lines ... If we only treated words with the same care and respect and caution That we allow weapons and miracles, For they are easily as wonderful ... And easily as dangerous.