Weapon

Words are the expression of an author,
Their soul and mind which pour forth
Onto the page they write upon, yet
They

Hurt, open the wounds that were so
Carefully sewn shut, only to be ripped
Apart at the seams by a single syllable,
Nothing

More than any other syllable, but so
Much more powerful, like the difference
Between a drizzle and a hurricane.
More

Than the steel razor that brings a red calm,
The red-and-white pills that numb fear,
The tight rope that brings the dark peace,
Because

You don’t understand, because your ego
Matters, but our lives don’t, because what
You have done and what you will do you
Can’t

Imagine, you can’t comprehend, you can’t
fathom. Not until you walk in our shoes,
Until words are no longer used as your
Weapon.