words can kill or heal?

I’ve heard that words can kill… how the intent of our delivery can literally obliterate someone to the point of no return. Have you wondered why someone disappears from our lives after we delivered an offensive comment without thought, or perhaps with some thought? “Was it something I said?” Perhaps or perhaps not. Either way, they have walked away from our lives and, perhaps, theirs is the presence we miss most in our lives. All I know is that words carry in them a vibration I never thought so powerful. Words, with the brightest intentions, can uplift and inspire someone, but words rooted with darkest intentions can literally sink and diminish the human spirit. So which side do we want to stand on? There are words that kill; on the other spectrum, thankfully, there are words that heal.

love infinitely lives and so
shall old habits die, eventually,
along with my unworthy gestures:
i’ve sliced through you without
clue, how deep my words have
buried themselves in you; mentally
impaled you (how could i?)
apologies have no weight in a
case like this and i beg for no
mercy you can’t impart though i
await leniency arrive, when pardon
can unclench your kind hands from
holding tight to anger and,
fervently, wipe instead the guilt
off my slow and darkened soul

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Anger for Love

The uncontrollable anger most times bring about the inconsolable individual… stranger… loved one. Whoever it may be, most times there is that feeling of regret, wishing we had held back what we said, minded our own tongue in a way. It is all part of our growth when we recognize this about ourselves. When we do, there is a chance to alter our patterns and, perhaps, even apologize for our inexcusable behaviors. Counter anger with our love.

Words–
I held you ’til morn
in rage
stormy clouds hovered over
the darkened main
highway where cars line up
endless along each lane
without a breath…
I catch my breath
each time, in between
lane changes and speed through
ever faster before red break
lights flash before me
and I stop,
rethink the way around
my madness, this latent
and morbid fury
that regresses, suddenly
as I exhale, as I
try to extinguish
this fiery indignation
burning inside me

-mr gahon 3/9/14