If someone spelled out what to write,

You’d take the concept and play it light.
With little strife, you’d win the fight
And no one would get hurt.
A tingling shove, not a cracking bone.
They scold you if you bite at home.
They stow you in the harm-free zone.
In moments, they’ll move on.

Yet words can pierce like a sharpened sword.
If lips speak the unspeakable word:
“Think!” You feel your mind soar
And race through the page.
Thoughts unearthed from a heart
Sculpted into masterful art
Are able to tear perceptions apart
And build them all at once.