Words Bite

 

I blink my eyes, baffled.

What happened to my sword?

Where have I placed my shield?

I swear my words had bite…

How am I to go into battle unarmed?

“What battle?” you ask

This endless parade of day to day

and on I must fight, so I hoist myself up

from this bog of self-doubt and despair,

my stinking thinking.

I gather my thoughts around me; my smelly armor

fragments

various tangled musings

traces of my soul.

Once whispered

will they shrink and float away

a feather?

Or will the phronesis be found

to see past this illusion

of papery fragility

and use our words

to Fight?!

~Melanie Thomason

2/26/2020

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10 responses to “Words Bite

  1. The pen truly is mightier than the sword!

  2. I really like this

    Once whispered

    will they shrink and float away

    a feather?

    And papery fragility beautifully done

  3. Wonderful poem and never, ever, ever, stop fighting back.

  4. Words are swords without the “s” at the front. I just saw this now, thanks to your wonderful poem!

  5. Each day can be a challenge. I find that more so with distant (as in mileage) relatives that really have no idea of my current life, and some do not care and others still try to be controlling. It my case the distance helps my sanity 🙂

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