That Ripple of Words...

There’s chances that sometimes our path go astray leaving our will to be forcefully
But we fall into the trap that might easily fall down but the path that we walk onto after falling will either make us or break us
But still we can fall and turned or softened and stronger or fall apart from all of the trials when help is around we could heal
The bleeding bruises on the knee or that burn on the hand can be healed but the moment of pain from spoken in haste cannot be easily healed…

Words spoken from brokenness will wound deeper that the daily troubles of a lifetime
Wounding deeper could not make your hurt disappear but it plays with a darker consequence
For the tongue is a tool both powerful and too sharp to handle if hurting as it takes over your brain too tightly
Nobody says like you’re that scar that stays in the mind both powerful and sharp…

That one slip of a word or a curse, and a friendship might be forever ruined
That stumbled speech from a short conversation cannot be easily undone
That harsh words are too painful to heal from and it’s harder to avert
That bruise of the heart May never quite fade leaving away aches that’s been made…

There’s strength in silence knowing when to stay quiet or be calmer in moments of anger, pride or haste
We can easily shatter peace from that unthoughtful stumble of the mouth
Learn how to turn harmony into a storm that could never cease your control
We map our very danger that comes our way, but that fall teaches us balance, awareness and grace that will teach us to move in steadier pace within our reach…

Watchwords:
Unthoughtful stumble of the mouth
Mind both powerful and smart
Will either make us or break us
The path we walk onto

Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”

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