Spirit

 My Spirit was downhearted one day

By another low spirit who

had unwise words to say

to make the day - an unhappy one

No boosting my ego

just lowering my spirits

I'd forgotten, how bad it felt

it's been that long

Words can do such dastardly things

Words matter - they reach you on

high or low levels

They can lead us to terror - if we let them

Words can cut like swords

are capable of hate

and of love

of war and peace

Words can mean so much

and so little

without a high spirit talking

words just die.

The really great thing is
I am a free spirit!

(30th poem for NaPoWriMo)