The Power of Words
Evident through self-expression,
Through writing,
Through speech.
Placing Letters carefully
In Order
To try
and Unwrite
The emotions that are sautered
Upon your heart.
Try to release
The monster,
The weight on your chest.
To Breathe
Through others words,
Through hate,
Hoping that revealing
Your hurt,
Won't hurt.
That the listeners
won't break with the burden
Upon their hearts,
But rather free their monsters,
to share
equal weight between us.
Does speaking emancipate
The way writing does?
Does talking inside
Your head help you think so clearly?
Is there any way to completely understand,
Without seeing the words,
Black on white,
Against the page?
Without reading your feelings,
Without tasting them with your eyes,
and brain
and Heart?
The more pathways,
The more understanding.
Can someone walk in the footsteps of their betrayer?
Can someone forgive the bully
Whose influence still haunts
Every self-consious thought?
Is it possible to love the soul
Of a being who seems to no longer care?
Can a person who was once the center
Of the world,
through thick or thin,
fighting and peace,
Can they become nothing in a day?
What does it say about you
Who gave over a year
Of love
Of learning
Of growth
That you are so easily
Forgotten,
Left,
For another?
Sometimes a punch to the
Throat
Stomach
Chest
Seems like an easier hurt to deal with.
Less complication.
Less emotion.
A clear victim
and a clear Offender.
How do you reciprocate
When an old teacher,
Helpful,
Trusted,
Overnight is revealed
As a predator of the innocent?
What does it say about you
Who never would have guessed?
Or is an event that happens
Not a Reflection
on the people closest to it?
All I hope for is more,
Growth,
Understanding,
Forgiveness,
So that I may forgive
Not so that I may forget.
Just as with poetry
my thoughts may be Ugly
or Beautiful.
My words may be Hurtful
or Helpful.
My being may be Offensive
or Inviting.
May my trials be a doorway
into a better life,
into my new future,
So that I may continue
To place letters carefully,
To Rewrite the emotions
Currently burned on my Heart,
So that through reading
The black and white,
I can become,
New
Whole
Stronger.
My past does not define me.
I have made no serious transgressions,
and so I have my namesake,
Hope,
For all the paths I may walk
Or intersect.
Life can be Discussed
In Poetry.
Life can be dissected
In Poetry.
Life can be Untangled
In Poetry.
But once an answer is found
through poetry,
Life must be lived
And defined
And grown
And muddled through
By You.
If nothing else,
Remember,
The monsters are heaviest
When weighing down the Soul
They were created by.
Share your past,
Recieve my past,
and Together
With just words between us,
We will force the weight of the world
To be lighter.