I stumble in my self assured existence.
I am caught by the very words that would cut me down,
Cradled and restored to equilibrium.
At times like this the world seems full of light,
Nothing false can invade our small infinity.
Those words cause all manner of thought paths,
Reciprocals are stuttered when thus taken unawares.
These words heal wounds and smooth all adverse factors,
A balm to soothe the turmoil of a heart.
Before, I'd used, but not received, those words
But, now I know the pleasure they can bring.
The words remembered as the storm subsides;
The words I use to tell you how I feel.