words.
they invigorate my soul.
fragments that still the restlessness
of my heart.
how many times,
have survivors had to wield
a pen or paintbrush
because they couldn’t
wield a sword.
words.
they invigorate my soul.
fragments that still the restlessness
of my heart.
how many times,
have survivors had to wield
a pen or paintbrush
because they couldn’t
wield a sword.