#perswader

Kept behind pressed lips, craving release, I am stifled.

I am but a word.

Do not cast me aside or you will spiral.

I am but a word.

In conflict with myself, the fight is an eyeful.

I am but a word.

The lips part. Light shines. Revival.

I am but a word.

Religion tries to claim me but I am no disciple.

I am but a word.

A crack in your smile, I am my own rival.

I am but a word.

History has assured that I am more than vital.

I am but a word.

I try to be calm, mostly I am frightful.

I am but a word.

The lips form around me, a performance, the last recital.

I am but a word.

My power enacts upon arrival.

I am but a word.

Short, simple, quaint. Yet I am no trifle.

I am but a word.

I am spoken. I am viral.

I am but a word.

Crashing through, my impact is tidal.

I am but a word.

A reaction ensues. It is far from idle.

I am but a word.

Within you I birth something primal.

I am but a word.

Kept eternal by your cycle.

I am but a word.

Casting hope and brightness, I am rightful.

I am but a word.

Neither lost nor spiteful.

I am but a word.

To me, you are all entitled.

I am but a word.

Finally released, you are put on trial.

I am but a word.