Words

Words
How they tickle
And how they hurt

Your words
So right and logical
Can also be so curt

Words
Make a people family
Or separate them from us

A sound
From lips carelessly
Could empty vaults of trust

Words
What they mask
Or show, too easily betray

A truth
Inconvenient, tired
Yet determined to stay

Your words
They came so quickly
Fired from paternity

Closed
Quietly the doors
That we reopen eventually