Words Matter

My words are no longer petals with holes

Words matter, I used to try to convince myself, defending my fragile butterflies, transparent and volatile, spreading their wings into nowhere.

‘Words matter,’ I now tell others, knowing about every action having a reaction, aware of little drops creating big ripples, of ears open and listening, many times unseen.

My words are not booming thunders, they haven’t become louder, just more confident in their power and value. They are no longer petals with holes, brushed away by the slightest breeze, they’ve become rocks well grounded, here to stay.

The joy of this realization as I’m writing them down is sublime. I wish it on every writer of words, especially the unaware ones.

Be strong, patient, and in love with your words, they’ll repay you in treasures yet to be imagined.

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