Kneeling Grace

 

On and on it goes. Words carry deeply with them emotions that bind us and commit us to action. There is action to enforce and sometimes action to defeat when words are said. It is an aged old story of bricks and stones can break the bones but words can never hurt. It is a lie that words do not hurt. Words and words alone can hurt as much if not more than physical harm.

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Wild Violets

Nothing eases the doubt.

Here we go again…

We need to talk this out.

The world’s on fire. Where are you now?

My head spins with angst and pain.

My words revolt with little refrain.

Days go by, into night.

Nothing ever changes,

what’s wrong is right.

Birds chirp, wistfully at my window sill.

Unaware of all around that is corrupt.

Violets grow gracefully on a slopping hill.

Scatter the shattered, force through, erupt.

My mind will not settle, always searching.

Through confinement, looking still.

I wish the world was done with their madness.

I’ve certainly had my fill.

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