INK’S DICHOTOMY
You Lift Me, Yet Sometimes You Stab Me
The ink is my voice When words are barely audible on my lips Bleeding out this myriad of emotions In my brain vortex through my pen Eternalizing my thoughts on the papers
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Words, embrace you with love and joy comfort your broken heart and spirit illuminate the darkest corners of your mind inspire dreams and ignite passions build bridges between hearts nurture hope in times of uncertainty
Words can also, haunt you with cruel taunts plant seeds of doubt and fear twist truths into venomous lies weave webs of manipulation ignite flames of anger and strife crush dreams with callous indifference leaving scars that never fully heal
©Emika Oka
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