The Weight of a Word
Don’t crown yourself solid
If your loyalty only echoes in empty rooms,
Spoken loud but hollow,
Like a drum with no rhythm,
Like a prayer with no soul.
Keep your promises like weapons—
Clean, sharp,
Loaded with intention,
Ready to be drawn when the world tests your name.
Not just drawn,
But fired with conviction.
Because trust is a fragile beast—
Once wounded, it limps,
Once broken, it dies.
And when someone learns
That your word is just smoke—
That your vows float,
Untethered from action,
Detached from meaning—
Then you, too, become weightless.
No matter how strong your voice sounds,
If your integrity whispers lies,
You will vanish in silence,
Forgotten not by accident—
But by design.
So be solid not in noise,
But in stillness that speaks.
Be the echo that returns
Because it had substance to begin with.
Be the promise that never had to shout—
Because it never broke.
Copyright © Courtney Foster | Year Posted 2025
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