My words have

An ability that most do.

They're amplified, however.

Stronger than any.

There's a passion behind them,

A longing, sensing story.

They slice through men like butter,

Yet heal wounds like a sorcerer's spell.

They shove people to the darkest pits of hell,

But they also raise people from their depths.

You see,

Words are flexible.

The word light,

Can mean differently.

To one who loves, thrives, and lives in light,

Light is positive, weightless, peaceful.

To the one whose strength is darkness,

Light is a weight, a burden, and pain.

The wordsmith carefully manipulates,

Every sentence shaped for his intended recipient.

What's harmless to one,

Is the worst pain to another.