Word Repair Shop

 

Misunderstandings sneak and slip,
A phrase misspoke, a faulty grip.
We blame the clash on heart or mind—
"You're cruel" or "I’m just ill-designed."

 

But words are tools, not truth revealed,
Their insides sometimes are concealed.
Within our heads, the same applies—
Fuzzy words wear reason's guise.

 

Let’s pause and fix the words we wield,
So deeper truths will be unsealed.
The Word Repair Shop’s there for this:
To mend the terms that lead amiss.

Make clear your words, your mind will shift,
A broken phrase, a subtle lift.
A beacon bright will light your way—
New words give thoughts their room to play.

 

To name a truth, we have three roads:
Refine old words, adjust their loads.
Invent a term—like HOGAB, bright—
Or borrow one, then tweak it right.

 

Harm can come with common sound;
What you mean may not be their ground.
“Selfishness” might spark a fight—
One hears poison, one hears a right.

Make clear your words, your mind will shift,
A broken phrase, a subtle lift.
A beacon bright will light your way—
New words give thoughts their room to play.

 

So tread with care, and check your frame,
What hides in “should” or “bad” or “shame”?
Let language grow from shared insight,
Let’s bring distinctions to the light.

 

The Word Repair Shop opens its door
For all who wish to mean much more.
When words align with what is true,
Your true self can speak through you.

Make clear your words, your mind will shift,
A broken phrase, a subtle lift.
A beacon bright will light your way—
New words give thoughts their room to play.