The Words You Whisper
The Words You Whisper
A blessing, or a curse? A guilty reminder, or a lovely souvenir? How would you feel if every word you ever spoke was permanently sown onto your body? It all started when you were a baby, when you spoke your first words.
“Momma, daddy.”
They formed in tiny black inscriptions on the tips of your fingers, invisible to the naked eye, but there all the same. Over time this list grew and grew, until you had thin lines of words covering your entire hand. If you used a magnifying glass, you could read it. The more significant, emphasized words appear in bolder print.
Like the time you told your mother you love her, and the time you yelled at your friend and called her dumb. These words were visible to the naked eye, both good and bad words, there for all the world to see.
Now you were a teenager, and the words had made it to your shoulders, many larger words dotted your arm. People started to wonder, they read your profanity as they passed you on the street.
You could see the disappointment and calamity in their eyes as they quickly looked away when you caught them staring.
You got in a fight with your husband or wife, and the words of hate appeared on your shoulders and neck, glaring in the light, and shimmering with venomous phrases. Every time they passed you, they were reminded of those harsh words.
You also had tokens of love on your skin. Spoken poetry and verbal thoughts, permanently etched on your arms. These gentle reminders were sweet ones, memories of wonderful times and easy days. You wore your heart on your sleeve through the words on your skin, anyone could see into your soul.
So, tell me. Is this a blessing, or a curse? Would this be a way to look back at the great things in life, or a painful reminder of the mistakes you made?
It depends on the life you choose to live.
“Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.”
― Benjamin Franklin
