Words belie the truth, or they are the truth.
Guilty of love or gratitude,
they are a crime in absentia.
Mighty to cut or heal,
to burn or purify,
to vow or to lie.
Worlds and wars are formed by no less;
consolation hides in nothing more.
The lifted pen is an unwilling accessory to
tears or bloodshed,
a heavy burden to push across the page.
Hold it with respect,
pledge to wield it fruitfully.