Words

Sometimes, words only feel like words.

Funny shaped lines stuck one beside the other,

Referencing to an idea of the mind, of the heart.

What a peculiar concept…

There to express what I don’t understand,

I use them to try to explain to myself my own emotions,

Those that do not dare be expressed by themselves alone.

I use words to express what I wished I understood,

I try to better understand my heart with them.

From writing, sometimes I feel better understood

At other times, I feel more lost than before

Words are only words.

Why do I give them so much importance?

Why does anyone?

Sticks and stones can break my bones,

But words will never hurt me?

Words have built me,

Words have hurt me,

Words are healing to me.

Peculiar concept, are those words!

To think, that the use of words is what can affect

A person’s self-perception,

A person’s decision,

A person’s day.

And so, I say,

Sticks and stones

Can break my bones,

And words?

This heart,

Always

Will they touch.