Tis a Sword

Tis a Sword

Tis a Sword

Mine pen ‘tis a sword, which you’d simply abhoard
It writes of the truths like a sleuth
‘Tis my comfort and joy – a handy lil’ toy
It helps to erase my frustration
Almost like going on vacation

The ink that flows helps worries blow
Every little sentence is not of death
But words put together add depth

Not quite as lethal as poison
Yet very effective for eyes to moisten
For it’s painful to hear such dissonance
Yet if I strike a chord, I make sense

It’s not about you against me
But only my anger ‘bout a hollow tree
The substance inside has been cut out
And only bark stands – Hear it shout!

The tools that were used to empty
That sturdy, self-confident tree
Were dominance and critical analysis
Yet maybe my decisions were not a paralysis

‘Twas an old tree, but a new one is born
And no longer do I sit all forlorn
Settling for an obvious cut out
I need not be carved – know just what I’m about!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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