Words that bite

When your words
are your sole possessions
and even they turn into wolves
and bite into your very soul,


seize them in the bitter,
snowy morning -
make a sleigh
and turn them into your sleigh.


Then make a whip
and lash these wolfs
and make them labour -
to pull your sleigh and you your pain and your soul.


Force your words
and make them bitter
as bitter as your days 
as cold as your heart.


You work then hard
and pull together - 
you, your bitter words
and your wounded soul.


Survive today and live tomorrow, 
you own your words,
you words own you - 
your words are you.