Words spew forth like a waterfall
A frenetic jumble of phrases
That slowly meld together
Forming cognizant thoughts
At times, soft and comforting
At others, cannonballs capable of destruction
Armies wielding sharp swords in response.
But I am neither a warrior nor a politician
So lack the voice, the platform.
Instead fences hold hate at bay
Protecting me from enemies seen and unseen
Hulking behind a line drawn on a map.
Instead of battle, words float through air
Drifting far away, ignored, unheard
Carried by a breeze that unfurls flags,
Allowing them to flutter like the
Wings of a butterfly.
Peace comes, descending like a dream.
Gentleness wipes away troubles,
Leaving behind a cleansed spirit.
All is well at last.