Your Words

[Poet116]

What if all you said
was tattooed on your skin,
for all the World to see?

Would your words
make you their prisoner,
with an insurmountable key?

Would you be proud
of what they saw,
or would you try to hide?

Would there be
phrases on your back,
the names to who you lied?

Would there be malignity,
dripping off your palms,
wounding a fragile soul?

Would your words
cry animosity,
or be used for absolute control?

Would they see
bitterness and loathing,
written on the creases of your face?

Would malevolence
infiltrate your soul,
and decency be what you erase?

Would your words
be simply used
to bash others apart?

Would the words
cut others deep,
like a hideous scar deep on their heart?

Would your words
cause others anguish,
a silent tear, slipping down their face?

Would what you said,
ravage other’s crumbling facade,
hostility and contempt in its place?

What if all you said,
was tattooed on your skin,
for all the World to see?

Would you rise up,
with words of kindness,
gentleness and love?

Would you rise up,
past those detested words,
and comfort others thereof?

Would your skin have
forgiveness and kindness,
and prayers to a loving God?

Would you travel,
spreading gentleness,
giving graciousness to others abroad?

Would you offer tenderness,
and compassion,
and freely give others affection?

Would the kind words,
on your lips,
drive others to perfection?

What if all you said,
was tattooed on your skin,
for all the World to see?


What would your skin say?