Words

Words have the power to heal a wound...or shatter a heart.

Words can cause tears, or cease the flow.

Words can comfort, or strike fear into a heart.

Words can be a comforting blanket to wrap around oneself on a cold winter's night...or it can be the bitter wind blowing through the cracks in the windowpane.

Some days, words are all that I have. I hug them close to me. I nurture and poison them at the same time. Words filling up my brain and my soul, buzzing inside my skull, squeezing out all coherent thoughts.

Tonight, I am filled with words...and there is no one to hear them.