Words can
be
powerful.
Damaging.
Magical.
Wonderful.

Those words
are not
“our word,”
but instead,
our words:
Those that we say
and write
right.

Those words
are also heard
in our heads.

Always ready.
Already steadily
knowing.

Though verbose,
I am not
a master of words.

They are my tools,
at times.
But other times
they scream so loudly
in my head
that they unravel,
unnerve,
weaken,
and destroy me.

To become a master
of words,
I must become the master
of my word-thoughts.