The Words I Speak

If I hang your words around my neck,

Will they be a garland of pink roses?
Or will they be a garland of brown thorns?

Will they form a halo round my head?
Or will they pierce my life like pointed daggers?

“May the words of my mouth and the meditation
of my heart be pleasing to you, O LORD..”

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Which Room? What News?

Countless screams and joyful outbursts filled one room while cries of pain and sadness filled another.

Shivering with anticipation and endlessly rubbing sweaty hands, tapping restless feet on the wooden floor in a vain effort to manage tension, glancing eyes about yet barely seeing anything, thoughts incoherent and mind not at ease.

The suspense is intoxicating, the waiting game is emotionally draining… waiting to be called forth, to be directed to one of the two rooms.

Two unsettling questions to be answered by the sluggish slothful time- which room? What news?

Daily Prompt: Shiver

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Words spoken in anger most times are hard to take back.

The hurts and the pain they cause becomes too deep to be forgotten.
The wounds and scars they leave may never heal in time.
They break and ruin, disfigure and dislocate the best of relationships for years to come.

One great problem with words: once you say it, you can’t retrieve it back. It’s tendency to heal or hurt, break or make, appreciated or misunderstood depends on who heard it.

Regrets, remorse and repentance comes afterwards but an irreparable loss and damage would have been done already. Beware of the words you speak when angry.

If you can’t help it, leave the scene, take a mouthful of water and don’t swallow it, countdown from 20-1, do whatever works for you.

When every raging emotions and every turbulent sea is calm, you will be glad you did.

In response to daily prompt: Angry