The Power of Word

On unkempt fingers

I count the words left unsaid

As they echo

through the catacombs

Of my restless mind

I have never been confrontational

But if I was

I would aim my unsaid words at you

Arching my body

To throw them like knives

But you’re impenetrable

The blades would bounce off

The sound rippling would be symbolic

Of a piercing defeat

I could never win a fair fight against you

You, the enemy who does not desire war

My victory would be tainted a dirty-water brown

By the splattering of my ugly thoughts

Most days I crave to jab you with my time-sharpened hostility

But I keep my words sheathed

Instead, I reach for my own heart

I bleed a poem through parted lips

weaving my unsaid words into a tapestry

Each verse laced with the lyrical pain that flees me

my tapestry of words carries on the wind

It cascades through the atmosphere

Rippling through the ears of others

Colliding with their most private emotions

I find solace in that moment

Where my soul is most bare

Because I have no one to fight

no resentments remain harbored

I freed them from inside of me

Without jabbing you once

I chose to fly instead of fight.

And in doing so, I finally won.