Words

A piece written about the power of words.

Words

Your words froze my heart with your cruel icy spell

At that moment, I heard Death’s bell.

Grasping a sharpened blade your words still ring

Clear. 

You were the man I once held near and 

Dear. 

Steel blade pressed to my skin I try

To block your hollow voice. 

It seems I have a choice. 

I could simply end the pain of it all. 

With one swift move, my soul would

Fall.

Gazing at my reflection your eyes still haunt me;

However, it helps a blind girl see. 

This will not be my end!

Through the air, my blade flies

It lands on the floor with an echoing clatter. 

My own words are all that matter. 

All that matters is that I am alive. 

Even against all odds I will survive. 

Author's Note

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