THE HIDDEN SWORD

(photos from pixabay)

That vengeful strike of the tongue,
contrived to permanently wound,
Those colossal pillars of emotion.
Connected to the heart and mind.
Imperishable thought of what was spoken.
Where did the time go?
Emotional scars consume my inner being,
An abyss is now my home.
Can I be healed by the ray of light,
I desperately seek?
Can forgiveness be my glimmer of hope?
Legions I cannot compress.
All from a concealed weapon,
Waiting to attack with words of despair.
Beware of any duel it engages in,
Damages can be a blemish,
Forever lodged within.

Monica St Hillaire.

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