We cannot explain the way that words can hit us like snow
Falling from worn rooftops;
Jack frost is not always lingering
And the pain is always hindering;
Words are the shattered glass
That we try our best to handle with care;


Words of Warmth

​There has to be a way that we can achieve the skill of giving,
For more than the reason being
Just to look good
It does feel good, doesn’t it?
Not because it looks good,
But because it feels warm;
The sun can burn us to a dark crisp in the summer months,
But that does not mean
That we should fear the warmth
That comes with kindness;