I ponder a thought....
I ponder a thought....If I take a knife to an assailant in defense of myself that knife is my weapon
If I take that same knife and use it to slit my wrist, what is the knife called then?
If I hide under my pillow from the fear of the night, that pillow is my shield.
If I take that same pillow and smother myself, what is that pillow then?
If I buy a gun to protect me from danger, that gun is my protection
If I use that gun to shoot myself, what is that gun then?
If I use my mouth and words to say I love you, my mouth and words comfort me and you
If I use my mouth and words to say I hate you, what are my mouth and words then?
My mouth and the words that exit it has always been my weapon, it has protected and comforted me.
I have used my words to shield me
Wise cracks, notable quotes, profound insight all slide from mouth with ease.
Slang, perfect diction, multi-languages all live on my palate.
My penchant to speak my mind has endeared and charmed a many.
Yet, as I ponder I realize that I have turned my shield, my protection and my weapon on myself.
I also use my words to ostracize , to control, manipulate and to destroy.
"Sticks and stones maybe break my bones but words will never hurt me"
The lashes of the stick and the stone will heal over time.
The gash that the words can cause can cement forever.
I love you
I hate you
Hello
Good-bye
Fear of judgement, of rejection, of the unknown creates a foundation for my weapon to pose upon.
Without guidance and lead by fear and pain, the words fly in all directions and lands on.....
My words, which have charmed and comforted can turn on themselves and give only venom.
The result of the riotous release of my weapon is isolation and guilt.
Aloneness
The living dead"
"Silence is golden"
Removal of words offer the same voluminous quiet, assumptions and exclusion
Where is the middle?
What do you call your weapon when you turn it on yourself?
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