Journey of Words

Impetuous as a child
I felt like I had a secret power
I knew that words were a weapon
And to my shame
I took pleasure
In the shaping and sharpening
Of these painful scarring creatures
I felt like they were
The one place I had control
And yet, I never controlled them
I let them fly thoughtlessly
Yet aimed them to hurt
The people I loved
Taking out my frustrations
Trying to make an impact
A foolish child
Thinking I was wise

I remember now
The words that have hurt me
The words that have shaped me
The people who said them
And I wonder which of mine
Hit their targets
And how I am remembered

And today I am trying
Not to wound
To tame this thing inside
That seeks and loves
Conflict
I still have days
Where I believe
It is the only way
I can wake someone else's mind
But slowly I feel
I'm starting to take back
The ground
And I'm trying to change
My secret power
To shape words of healing
And I hope these shapes
Will make an impact