In a sea of words we drown,
Being pulled down into their depths
By the weight of them
But a single phrase can help us
To rise again from the meaningful words
Which lost their meaning.

"Love", " hate", "sorry".
We use them so much that when
In a moment of passion
They mean as little as a light breeze.
Gone so quickly, without being cherished.

But if used carefully, that breeze
Could conduct a storm
And all the words in the sea we drown in
Couldn't stop that locution from echoing
Gliding, skipping, crashing around
In our minds as we try

To rationalise everything apart from
Hope.