Word

I am just a typed word,

On a clean white paper page.

I can invoke a tearful memory,

Or elicit a hateful rage. 

I can recall romantic poems,

Some lives fulfilled at little cost.

One word, for others, destruction;

A painful void and lifetime loss. 

I’ve been known to start a war,

Yet still erase the world’s grief…

I can endow the world with hope,

Trading distrust for belief. 

Sadly, I cannot erase,

Regrettable words you’ve heard…

The universe does not control,

The way others use “The Word”.

Equal