Every word is just a frame,
A dusty object, a simple name,
An empty brick in a giant wall;
Remove one and the rest will fall.
We build them high without concern
If others hear what we want to say.
Nobody breaks them to find the truth;
Everyone in a comfortable, empty womb…
Give one a meaning and it weights more,
Powerful enough to bring down the wall.
And once it’s down, you can finally see
Prisons of empty words we all live in.
Copyright Anna E.R. Walczak