They can lift you to the heavens or push you straight to hell

Sharp as a knife,  soft as a feather

A moment of healing or simply destruction

Wielded like a weapon

Soft as a blanket, tough as nails

A friendly welcome, a cold shoulder

Lurking behind closed lips

Fingertips on fire 

Tossed about without thinking

Consequences forgotten

Scattered into the air

Never to be taken back

The scars invisible but run deep

Be careful…

Words matter