Writers 
TONGUE OF THE LIQUID
My tears speak
To my soul in 366 different tongues
With the tongue of the liquid the 366th.
The liquid does not allow obstacles
On its path stop it from dropping.
It moves slowly
And find it's way to the other side
And then drops.
It is soft and unstoppable.
The liquid speaks bravery,
It speaks courage and strength.
It flows without forcing.
It speaks honesty not ego.
It changes that concentrated acid and base
To the diluted one
Reducing the harm it may cause
When it splashes on a being.
When we mistakenly take H2SO4 into our System,
The first thing chemistry teacher says is "Take water".
Or when HCL2 splashes it harsh self on me,
the chemistry teacher says "wash with Water".
Why?, because water is that liquid
Which neutralises toxicity without effort.
It defines softness and strength.
The liquid takes the shape of any container
It is poured into;
A bent bottle,
A heart shaped jug,
An incomplete heart shaped can.
It adapts without losing itself.
The liquid does not shout.
It seeps,
It drips,
It wears down stone.
To speak the tongue of liquid
Is to speak without force,
To heal without hurting,
To lead without pushing
And to be present
But never demanding attention.
