Once, as a child, I misunderstood,
suddenly my world became filled
with some syllabic garble,
I was afraid from that very moment
my words were nonsensical
that is until I listened to you,
the voices of matter around me.
I soon discovered that words
did ring aloud upon deaf ears
certainly when those being spoken
to were misdirected and cruel.
So while I know now what certainly
then became an albatross of mixed
messages, similes and metaphors,
today I can glance outside at a sunrise
and see the beauty in description
rather than shudder away in some barren
field of malcontent believing everything
I say has little meaning or purpose.
Today I live for that certain word, utterance
leads me swiftly into my following day
always with some hope peace may weave.