YES
YES…
Yes, doesn’t give the right to rule;
Nor does it command one inferior to an another—
Yes, is a word construed, can be used
For good or not, the utterer the sole decider;
What truly is that word to any person?
For not the other, one can presume it, or not;
A conundrum of sorts that very word,
Yes, firmly said can scar, uttered without conviction confuses…
Yes, is a state of being;
Controlled or not,
Yes, in certain terms and circumstances be deemed illogic
Can completely annihilate the very sense of it;
A soul committed can carry it through
To the end, truly depends…
Yes, altogether, that word so elusive,
Used altruistically—
Can benefit, hinder, only sometimes, not at all times
And, when not utilised in good faith can seem
Cursed
Yes, to those who interpret it otherwise
Was meant to originally be used for.
Yes, can get rather complicated…
Leaves one contemplating—
Sometimes means quite the opposite
Then again, simple words can be difficult
To comprehend their meanings,
Yes, has so many rules, ambiguities galore;
Yes, if only one word had one true purpose
YES, would be that very word.
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
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