words are spells, you said…

one of the last things you told me

before you left.

i thought you were speaking nonsense then…

but now I know.

now i see it everywhere.

the way a sentence can rewrite a life.

the way a voice can wound or bless…

ruin or redeem.

how words don’t just disappear…

they stay.

echoing in the body

long after they’ve been spoken.

we are always casting something…

with what we say,

with what we don’t.

writing destiny without realising.

breaking hearts mid-sentence.

saving lives with a whisper… or a pen.

and so i am learning…

to choose each word

like it might change everything.

because you were right.