Rogue

Strange, isn't it? That one of the strongest muscles in a human being's entire physical body, is also the one you wish you had the most strength of will to hold tightly down, and silence it from throwing a blow that can often be more devastating to a man than any physical attack. For it leaves the kind of wounds you'll likely never find, are easily concealed, but take the longest time to recover through the worst kinds of recovery processes. And even though you have control of it, still it seems to break free from the bonds of discipline, understanding and self-control.

It is said that, that which flows from the mouth of a man, is merely the overflow of the rivers in his heart. And if the river flows black from the taint of disdain, and icy cold from the chill of sadness, then from his mouth only hurt and anguish can flow. Soon hurt turns to hatred, and anguish to abhorrence. Until the only words he has left to say, are the rigid and broken descriptions of his own fears and the sharp edged fractures ricocheting against that which he loves, and the innocent bystanders he never means to hurt.

So if your strongest muscle fails to find the strength to simply tame itself and stop, then like any unruly thing, it simply needs to be taught the discipline of humility and the knowledge of kindness. But most importantly train your tongue in the skill of understanding, and slowly it will gain the wisdom...of Love.

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