Words are
tools of expression,
but oh, so limited.
They need to be learned
and cannot break
the barriers of language
dialect, accent and culture.
My body speaks
just what I think,
no more, no less.
I can speak to animals
and humans alike.
I love, I care,
I look, I stare.
Yet, I need words
to frame my own thoughts
and label feelings,
to ignore the tremors
but say, I do not fear,
to be depressed, but
smile and spread cheer.
Words are the barriers
between me and myself
Words are a mask
Words are diplomacy
Words were created
as tools of manipulation
not expression.
Inspired by JSW Writing Challenge

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