my words in a river

words were my enemy.

rippling into the air

and attacking those around me.

words were my enemy.

when there was too much to bare

that no one else could see.

i threw them around

as if words had no weight.

and watched them sink 

to the river’s ground.

deeper and deeper in this feat, 

but disappearing in a blink.

one day, one bounced back in return.

blew me aback,

dragging me back down with it. 

words, I felt the burn

of the smack, 

of the hit. 

i learned from my mistakes,

the ripple that ruined.

and kept words to myself to survive.

my pen wrote down the aches

and i felt the gusts of wind

that kept the river alive.

i found solace in my words.

i picked the right ones

instead of the agonizing lies

i found a friend in my words.

they once were my enemies

and are now my life.