Words

Words, profound harbingers

Of denial, telling what

We want to hear,

Or fear to have said.

Such potency placed

Because of their tangibility,

Because we are taught

From earliest ages

To listen.

Years of my life

Given to words –

They kept me prisoner

With their powers of persuasion.

Had I stopped to look

At the behaviors,

I would have been dumbfounded

By their juxtaposition.

Words were my bars

In a prison of my choosing.

Behaviors, once acknowledged,

Set me free.

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