Use Your Words

Life is all about words. We use them for everything and find them everywhere. Magical wonderful words. This poem expresses merely a fraction of what we do with our words. Enjoy :D

Use Your Words

Words are the most powerful thing we have

We use them to create entire universes

For every book is a world.

And every world contains books.

Containing worlds containing books containing worlds.

And so on in an infinite spiral

Of pages and ink and creation.

Even our own universe began with a word

God said “Let there be light”

And there was light.

Words have a magic of their own

To communicate our thoughts and hopes and feelings

To anyone and everyone from a best friend

To a stranger on the other side of the Earth.

We use our words to express emotions

Anger and love and longing and fear

Voices crying out

To anyone who’ll hear.

We use our words to save lives.

Bringing someone back from the brink of suicide.

Or to push them over the edge

And end it.

To taunt and tease and bully.

To maim and shame and hurt.

We can use them to be cruel

Or kind.

For good or for bad.

For better or for worse.

The greatest advances in technology

All to do with words.

The advent of language, writing, printing,

Radio, television, the internet

Sharing our voices

Spreading them further and further

Into the very depths of space

And the heart and mind and soul.

The pen is mightier than the sword

And even the sword.

Contains the word.

And what are words but the greatest action of them all?

For without our voices

No one would know that action is needed

Prayer.

Words.

Debate.

Words.

Argument.

Words.

Serenade.

Words.

Joke.

Words.

Poetry.

Words.

Singing.

Words.

Words. Words. Words.

We whisper and mumble, reply and express

We roar and we question, query and digress

Interrupt, shout, stutter, convey

We’ve countless ways to articulate “say”

Starting battles

Ending wars

Uniting and dividing

Forever multiplying

Words are magical

Our consciousness and our soul.

Take away my words

I’m no longer whole

Ignoring a person

Cutting them out

No longer interacting

In the flow of words

And what is death

But the final fullstop?

The end of the page.

And those who continue

Their grief and consolation

All expressed through our words

And we remember them

Through their quotations.

History. Science. Politics.

Words upon words upon more words.

If ever asked the question

What is humanity?

And what is the highest pinnacle of our species?

Humanity is a story.

And the greatest thing we own

Are our words.