LENGUA, PALABRA, FUERZA

LENGUA

The tongue is..

 a bridge or a wall,

its syllables negotiate,

rise,

fall.

PALABRA

Each word offered

is a thread thrown wide,

binding or severing,

a pulse of tide.

LENGUA 

Innate rhythms that hum, a primal song,

unspoken and deep,

roots us,

keeps us tethered to soil,

to stars unseen,

a resonance ancient,

instinct's serene

FUERZA

Yet, "language," the learned tongue,

carries the fray,

a map of meaning

drawn astray.

Letters divide

what once was whole,

splitting the earth,

the heart,

the soul.

What costs…

this trade of sound for sense,

where nuance fades

to false pretense?

FUERZA 

Still, language bends,

it breathes,

it yields,

a living truce

in shifting fields.

The tongue’s FUERZA,

tenuous, true—

bridging the world,

ME and YOU

to leave a 

HUELLA de FUERZA 

CON NUESTRA 

LENGUA 

-anonymous