Words
A sword in my heart,
Pain exhilarating yet depressing,
Existing but drifting,
Floating like echoes in the mist.
Words, both fire and frost,
Burning yet so cold,
Leaving scars unseen
But felt deep in the soul.
They rise like storms,
Sudden and overwhelming,
Capable of both destruction and renewal,
Crafting chaos and catharsis in their wake.
Words, whispered, shouted, silenced,
A duality of despair and hope,
Binding us in shared humanity,
Yet cleaving hearts apart.
So powerful, yet so fragile,
A contradiction living on our tongues.
Words—our most healing touch,
Yet our hurtful weapon.
Copyright © Ady Kandu | Year Posted 2024
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