It cuts like a knife,
yet it brings me life.
There is so much hate
and I’m crushed under the weight.
It’s so encouraging and nice
it provides love, joy, and peace.
There is so much fear and doubt
the pain makes me want to shout.
It results in gratification
and eases my frustrations.
It makes my heart break
and leaves me lying awake.
It causes my heart to leap
and I think about it as I drift off to sleep.
It pierces through my soul
and leaves an ever gapping hole.
It restores all my feelings
and brings about healing.
It locks me up
and throws away the key.
It sets me free
and gives me the key.
It slithers off your tongue like a snake in the dead of night
however, the damage is as great as dynamite.
It’s comforting and warm
like a blanket in the middle of a storm.
It’s the words you speak
that build me up or makes me feel weak.
Your tongue brings death and life
one moment your stabbing me with a knife,
but the next your fighting to keep me alive
you’re offering me your blood so that maybe I will survive.
You’re using the power of death and life,
and I never know if I’m gonna embrace praise or have to fight.
You’ve taken control simply by the words you’ve spoken
because they either leave me whole or broken.
I want to walk away,
but I want to stay.
Even in the moments of devastation
I remember the words of validation.
Sometimes it causes despair
other times I need it as bad as air.
So I remain
no matter how great the pain.