(You have no idea what your words do to me.

Your words

resurrect the fears

of yesterday

and the pain of seasons past,

bringing to life

a thousand emotions that I

thought had perished.

Your wordsbreathe new strength

and vitality

into

the lingering wisps of

distress and anguish

that once haunted me.

And your words

open wounds I thought had healed.

When I feel strong, your words show me

just how vulnerable I am.

I cannot escape your words;

I can only stand.

But I’ve learned it’s hard

to be stable and standing

when your words echo

from these walls

and in the chambers of my breaking heart.)