Impressions of words

Rainbow-and-Heather-at-Ruakaka-Northland-New-Zealand- Gordon Anderson
Credit : Gordon Anderson

when we were young–

 

with the innocence of lambs

words flew like rapid-fire bullets

catapulting us through sling-shots

 

when we were young–

 

words left fingerprints all over

that forged who we’d  become

impressions and punched annihilations

 

When we were young–

 

thunderstorms whipped and cracked

as lighting flashed with cursing words

that covered the mirrors of ourselves

 

when we were young–

 

those words ached and they cringed

paralysing us underneath hidden fears

brimming our eyes with sobbing tears

 

when we were young–

 

we  really did not understand

the meaning of those hateful words

now trapped in dark passages of time

 

now that we are young–

 

to a world of new translations

we know there are spaces and places

between the words and their shadows

 

now that we are young:

 

those words can dress up in new clothes

dance wildly beneath the thunderstorm

take a bow beneath rainbow’s radiance

 

Now that we are young !