Reimagined

Words hurt way more

than sticks and stones.

If you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,

what if you miss the poisonous snake

hiding in there

waiting to snap at you

in the dead of night?

It’s far better

to have never loved at all

than to have reached the mountaintop,

seen the beauty of love and heaven,

and then to have lost it all in an instant,

to have fallen, broken and crippled,

living a life wishing it could have lasted,

with nothing but memories of glimpses,

daydreams of a more livable past.

And what good does it do

to teach someone to fish

if they die of starvation

before they get the chance to try?