Word.

I once had a dream.

It was an ordinary dream

that many have dreamt before;

I’m sure.

But this dream never died.

And though others have come and gone

this one resonates like so many memorable songs.

I am haunted by (and it’s a simple thing, really)

Words. 

Their use, their tone, their context or drone.

Their impact, their usage or mis, their tempo and style.

Though to effectiveness and import given, all the while,

esteeming accurate interpretation, and by which

I am beguiled.

Words.  Good words.  Misspoken with good intent.

All because of charity not given, charity not intended.

“Hear me now” they long to proclaim!  But, without context,

are locked up in chains.

Unleash the words from your heart and let your desires be known!

Use your soul to connect them to the truth you wish to be heard.

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