Words are potent.

Poised.

Both the weapons and the cure.

Light leading through the darkness

Being darkness themselves– words hide hope

Strings of letters wound– a noose?

A rope thrown into the darkest cavern

Pulling pieces of shattered soul

Into the light.

Giving hope,

Life.

Wisely choose–

Weapons or the cure?

— Julia Grace

(Prov. 12:8)

Letters bound together,
Words.
A key.
Forged in hate,
In love,
In fear,
In wisdom.
Opening hearts,
And closing them the same.
They heal,
And break.
Power upon the lips of all humanity.
Words.

By: Julia Grace