Words can cut. They can move nations to war. They can kill with the pain they inflict, or they can bring joy and happiness. Which is it to be for me? I wonder if they will ever be read and appreciated by another. I wonder if my words will heal or hurt. But then again, I wonder if it’s all for nothing. If these stories that are in me will not make the jump from imagination to paper. I suppose for that, I am the only one who will ever know and so I should start...today.