Why Words Matter
Positive words float
They lift the fog on a quiet morning
Soft and bright
Warmth with goodness
Easy as sunlight slipping through a window
Without seeking permission
They take no effort to lift
A single syllable…sometimes two
Suddenly the room feels wider
The air feels kinder
The day feels possible
Negative words arrive heavy
They clatter in the mouth
Thick with extra syllables
Dragging shadows with them
Like overpacked suitcases
Say gloomy
It lands with a thud
Say bitter…somber…dreary
Each one pulls at the tongue
An unnecessary labor
An unsuspecting weight to carry
It’s strange isn’t it
How lighter words lift us
Heavier words ask us to lift them
Maybe this is why choosing kind words
Feels like choosing ease
Choosing breath
Choosing ourselves
The part of ourselves wishing to rise
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