Words

Words can sting and cut like a knife, lingering in the air we breathe, like a virus ready to strike. Carrying shades of gray that trail through our midst with storm clouds ready to explode in our minds, While we anticipate the lightning strikes that sear our hearts. Never forgetting the pain and questions that swirl like a tornado, ready to destroy every good thing in its path, adding growing resentment like a volcano, ready to spew hot venom at any time. Listen to your heart; let your words flow slow, with precision and meaning, with love and honor. Let them flow like butterflies fluttering on a cool spring day.