LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013
All the words shared with others,
Born from the heart, with such sweet intentions,
Can, through envy, transform into deadly bullets,
Echoing in silence, like treacherous, slender arrows.
What was spoken with kindness, with pure transparency,
In the eyes of envy becomes harsh censure.
What was sharing, the warmth of closeness,
Wounds the bodies that grew in innocence.
The word, when distorted by another's malice,
Becomes poison, a knife that ignites.
And those who trusted, with open and frank hearts,
Are wounded within, unaware of the silent attack.
But the soul that speaks without fear of envy,
Is strong, resilient, and in the end does not waver.
For even if words turn to bullets in vain,
The truth will survive, untouched in the heart.