House Of Verbal Violence (1 of 3)

 

We learned to speak with sharpened breath,
To judge ourselves to stave off death.
Not knives, but words, became our blades—
And carved us into roles we played.

 

We traded swords for clever scorn,
And wonder why we have the storms.
Yet still we blame our role denied,
Our words deceive with clever lies.

 

Our tongues took up where fists had reigned,
But still our need for force remained.
Our laws condemned the bloody hand,
Now violence lives in reprimands.

 

We blame to dodge the burning shame,
And praise to feed the same old game.
But “good” and “bad” are just a frame—
That makes us blind to our own game.

 

Lay down defense, release the pain,
Your judgment takes your life in vain.
The war inside is where it starts—
Let go the strife, reclaim your heart.

 

To blame another is to bind
Your worth to who gets called unkind.
But peace begins when you let go—
No need defend another blow.

 

You fear you’ll fall from “good” to “wrong,”
You lash at others so you’ll feel strong.
But freedom comes when you unmask
No more defense—let go that task.

 

The praise you seek, the guilt you dread,
Ensures you’ll suffer ‘til you’re dead.
When you were young, there was no strife—
You did not have that inner fight.

 

When you let go that inner scorn,
A different self begins to form.
No longer forced to prove your worth,
Finding Eden, you are rebirthed.

 

Lay down defense, release the pain,
Your judgment takes your life in vain.
The war inside is where it starts—
Let go the strife, reclaim your heart.