Words Felt


Spirits crumble

Words dig-in like daggers

The tongue a brutal weapon

Source of many disappointments

Tears resulting from sharp words

Attacks on the constant

On your toes stay fast

Don’t allow the wretched in

They will drag you down

Smother your hope

Usher in a dark depression

Swat away all these attempts

For they aim to distract you

Focus past the fog

Past the mist of defeat

Look on the horizon

The storm always passes

The sun will break through

and you will prove them all wrong

Day #193 SJD
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