Words

Words are void,

If they are not worded,

No matter their discrepancies,

A purpose they do serve,

For any and all who is willing to lend an ear and listen.


Words have ways to rightly express

Our fears, doubts, insecurities,

Life, love, and death,

Whatever needs to be expressed.

To whomever will lend an ear of attention.


Words compel us to believe,

To collect our thoughts for ourselves,

Yes, words serve a purpose,

Either hurtful, tender, or shameful,

They create in us the need to realize,

What it is that makes our life complete?