Words and Swords

A word, the sound,

a tiny way to say

you are.

Amazing, grateful,

happy or forlorn.

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And how would you go by

if no one ever shared

and heard?

Your feelings, gestures,

and everything that makes you.

Unique.

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What then would you go for?

And chase, and love,

and perish for?

How would you tell

if night or day

or twilight came?

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And took you in.

A shadow

or the light,

however, you may see it.

Is hidden

and looks out.

From every word.

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Yours, mine,

or coming from a stranger.

Words take power, might,

and never go amiss.

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If the wrong one

has passed your lips,

don’t take it back.

Long to reshape it.

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For with the tone,

the smile and gesture

a word will come to life

and go above the simple.

And useless meaning.

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Don’t copy

or feel sad

if words can’t say in seconds.

What you would want

to give.

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Pay forward,

back, and keep.

The kindness and compassion

that bond

or split the hate.

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Will come together

and take you by the hand.

To reach, to hope,

and cherish evermore.

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What you can be

and do

and not let go.

If you don’t trust in tomorrow

or where the future lies

you plant mistaken roots

and doubt

where you should succor,

aid and bring to light.

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Stay right

and fair

and don’t forget

that shadows only come

when trust goes dim.

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Don’t stray,

keep faith

and tear apart

all that lies between you

and kindred love of life.

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© 2022 Amy Christie

Originally published on Medium