Words can move mountains,
And the pen is mightier than the sword.
Words can heal, and words can uplift.
But a few ill-chosen words
Can bring down a world.
Weigh your words carefully
Such power is hidden in their silence
And an innocent remark
Might be twisted and sharpened
To reveal a hideous weapon
Dripping with slander and guile.
A word is a dove sent aloft
A symbol of peace and white purity.
It flies from your sheltering hands
To encounter a world that knows
Not of peace.
Not of purity.
Like the whale,
It’s whiteness is perceived
As a raptor of evil.
The minds of others can be controlled
Not.
Our words migrate to distant shores
Rejected and misunderstood
Alien beings, unkempt and unwashed
Morphed into a threatening tempest
By its mere presence.
The sea is teeming with words
They buoy your boat
Keep it bobbing on the churning sea
Or they can engulf the rudder
And cast you adrift in meaningless doldrums
Or sink you amid an indefinable whirlpool.