Word, is maybe, for the World

If I was to gauge my nonage years - it's an evident it's filled with glared story lines. Growing up with my blood ties is never tough. I always kept both ears open for their bedtime stories. My kinfolks always see me sparkling and as a cheery little gal. At times - when I go through despondency - they try to hear every expression that comes from my mouth. They never fail to shed light. They are the paradigm of how words can guide someone.

I didn't know back then - it's an instrument to construe on things without discernment. I also have come upon with bosom friends who have rich in philosophy. It was never arduous every time I got slapped with tough trials.

Words have always helped me overcome difficult situations. Powerful.

When two buddies are in the middle of clashing - they always get words of wisdom from their circles.

Or as an authority figure in one firm, when you see one employee gets demotivated - you speak and share life encouragements.

Maybe witnessing your own child browbeats another child, you try to up skill their minds with shrewdness.

It doesn't have an accurate formula to fix matters but a dash of words could somehow influence someone.

As we take strides and marches, life bullies and pesters us with challenges -- and the only defense we can do is somehow conceal our self from the world.

It always casts myself to go back when words heal hearts and words make troubles flimsy. WORD, is maybe, for the WORLD.