Words are dangerous. They set fires, they explode. They maim and they kill.

But it's not all their fault.

Minds. Thoughts. Beliefs. Intent. Those are just as dangerous. But we can't start blaming those things. No.

Papers, hidden under my mattress and in folders stashed in obscure places. Filled with words. Those can start a fire, destroy everything. But only if certain people find them.

But maybe they've started a fire already. A fire to change. To be strong. To turn the tables.

Maybe words really are dangerous. In many ways.

But no matter what, I'm not going to let words tear me down anymore. I'm going to use them to build me up, to a place where those that hurt me now can't touch me.

Time to change my world.


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