original here! https://zacharywgilbert.com/2017/01/13/capable/
Capable. The word rolls out of the mouth,
like a boulder, loosed from a mountain,
it rolls and crushes everything in its path.
when it strikes the cold river, it shatters.
Capable. Stolen from good,
a now twisted word,
thrown into conversation purposefully,
ensconced cowards, a perpetually volley.
History hides whispers of the dark use
“Your not capable to do that job!”
“Your not capable of understanding my politics.”
“Your not capable of love!”
A word flung out in blind ambiguity.
Capable. Must be saved.
Away to a high mountain top,
housed in a stone fortress
made of the still boulders of achievement,
a welcoming, safe path to success.
A wooden sign holds,
burned, black letters,
“You ARE capable!”