Loaded

There’s no difference between a hand gripping a loaded gun

And a mouth holding back a tongue—

Both possess the weight of power,

Both can erupt with the same fury.

The gun, cold steel, ready to unleash,

Severs life with the pull of a trigger.

The tongue, sharp as a hidden blade,

Cuts deeper—unseen, yet lingers longer.

Words, like bullets,

Pierce the soul,

Shattering peace with reckless ease.

Yet silence, too, is dangerous—

A quiet storm, waiting to explode.

One moment, a finger curls,

And the world changes forever.

One word, left unsaid or spoken,

Twists a heart, leaving wounds unseen, unshed.

Both hold the same destructive force,

One loud, one silent—

Yet neither leaves the world untouched.

For violence wears many masks,

And power lies in what we choose to hold,

Or let loose, untethered.