I think about the words that shaped my past life. A catalogue of words now making me laugh with derision at the amount of promises made but broken. Lies twisted into cruel realities, fog shaped into solid form through whispered betrayals. I watched my world of words so familiar and trusted collapse around me, raised to the ground like my life. Then there was silence, a pause before the words were ready to be reborn. These were new words, my own, birthed in battle.Words that needed trying on for size, words that had my soul skirting around their edges before embracing. Strength grew as the vocabulary changed.
Words can shape a life and chart a soul's path. Words have been a large part of my new building blocks. I am more careful now with their power. More protective of the words I own. More questioning of the words I let in. This is my life's vocabulary!