Some words are steep. A cliff edge that dares the speaker to leap.
Other words bubble to the surface when you cannot sleep.
Or are found pressed like flowers between the pages in memory’s hefty book.
Words can be spice or icing, a fortress wall that repels or a sound that entices.
Wherever they come from, how ever they are packaged, words have power.
Alone or strung together like so many glittering lights on a string, words are a delivery system that can soothe, reassure, confuse, incite, explain, ignite.
The choice is ours.