Often times our hurts become our greatest event
Unplanned for is the occurrence
Expressed through bouts and vent,
Indescribable its deeds and consequence
Words spoken blindly
Razing feelings smoothly
Blurting and snarling
Shooting aimlessly, flesh and heart slowly gnarling
Choose wisely said the voice within
But oh no! spit and spill, the flesh must win
To recall the bullets shot if possible?
Sadly, the damage done incurable
To be strong or not to be
What you choose is up to thee
Should the words that have hurt also kill?
Or the love beneath thy veins stretch to heal?
Pray, let this not be the event that paralyzes
May it swallow up the dark as a new day arises
That it shall strengthen and teach a lesson
For tomorrow thou shalt be a blessing.
Monday, Oct. 23, 2017