Words, echoing in the wind, fall on me.
Tenderly caressing my saddened soul,
they hold my heart with sweet emotion's care
and wash pain away with healing grace.
As new vocabulary comes to me,
expression of past events is possible.
Where a blank void in my mind existed,
a lit pathway appears before my steps.
All that threatened to destroy my being,
now is given a voice as silence goes.
The torment that created many tears
is being drowned by the freedom of speech.
Shuddering, I faintly hear evilness.
It lies in the back of my mind, haunting.
Demeaning names struggle for a fresh breath.
Promises of death eagerly await.
Yet, the new language I am learning grows.
Each day, each hour, each minute, it grows.
Fading is the language of hate I learned,
forcefully, unwillingly, painfully.
As I hear syllables of hope and love,
my ears tingle with excitement and smile.
The unfamiliar tune refreshes me,
brings rainbow's promises to my future.
At last, destiny is no longer bleak.
Though dark skies still loom, they now appear gray,
allowing the sun's brightness to peek through,
and its warmth to spray across my new soul.
I love words. They have great power within.
Life. Death. Grief. Hope. Destruction. Awesome love.
All things offered or taken with the speech.
Once orated, retreival is extinct.
Bruises from fists heal as time passes by.
Scars upon a soul from vocalized words,
they, they may never mend though lie dormant.
Adhessions grow on original wounds.
Exorcizing the demons that linger,
impossible, no, but often fatal.
The salve of gentleness, once applied there,
may form a seal around the open crust.
Yet, the infection has done its damage.
So, as you speak the language you have learned,
think carefully before you teach others.
Beauty can be found within your sweet voice.
Will you find it today to share with me?
Or will you be like them with killing lies?
I pray that we will, together, speak love
and cause the language of hate to decease.
