The Power of Words
In the word, I become docile, I chew life politely, I heal. In the word, I tie the memory, I wrestle with sadness, and every other day, I consecrate myself a survivor. In the quietude of words, I find the softness that shapes me. Each syllable is a piece of life that I chew carefully, savoring the lessons it brings. Through them, my wounds close, healing slowly, as if each letter were a stitch. Words are the ropes I use to tie my memories, keeping them close but under control. With them, I face sadness, turning it into a battle … Continue reading The Power of Words