Words Poem by Moth Harris

Words are the sharpest things I've ever known
They cut into me as if I'm not even there
Short of breath and shaking, not taking another step
Until I know that I'm going to be okay,
With all the words that you are going to say.

Now my heads down, staring at the ground
A sound, it's your voice and it's sweet melody.
The sound of happiness, the sound of fear
Which one will I hear, today?
What are you going to say?