Words are like fire Hot, refining, reckless, beautiful They can calm the furious- Infuriate the calm They can spill forth like a waterfall They can be mathematically issued in lines of perfect harmony They can be thrown into jumbles and mean things they did not before Words are like a tidal wave They start with a ripple, undetected But the closer they draw, the greater their magnitude is realized Their destructive, cleansing, awesome power is something we will never comprehend Words are like a stifling, flickering start of a flame They can be a soothing and warm healer in the hands of one And a menacing, out-of-control frenzy in the hands of another Words define themselves, each other, us, the universe, and everything in it If they define themselves, how will we know what they truly mean? Do they truly mean anything, or do we merely perceive them to mean what we want? Some words, we remember They mean to us what they may not to other people They can make us feel beyond what they mean on their surface Words are like a fire In a second They can change a life.