A Contemplation

Perception of a prominent piece of my possible profession :P

Words Are Wind

Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words will always
wound our hearts,
a much more fragile thing.
Yes, words are wind,
passing through our heads
like children through a candy store,
shouting and screaming,
making their point
before leaving abruptly
once they've accomplished
what they came for.
But wind can gather,
gusting around us,
until a whirlwind bursts forth,
mussing our hair,
muddling our minds,
leaving us befuddled
with blisters and burns.

They say that actions
speak louder than words,
yet isn't the effort
to form these words
an action?
Do we not have to
move our lips,
write each letter,
speak our mind
in order to be heard?
A strong enough gust
can push things into place,
into motion,
creating chaos in
an otherwise ordinary world,
a predictable place
if you let it be.
But when you speak up,
shout out,
call to it with the strength
only determination can muster,
THAT is when
actions happen,
actions that speak just as loud
as the words spilling from your mouth
an ocean of happenings
bursting through the dams
built up by our own
self doubt and insecurities.

When we let the water flow,
we let the world know
that we're here
to make a difference.