Saturday 4 June 2022

Weapon

I can sit still in one place 
For a very long time 
Brewing the secrets within 
Never touching word 
To the sacred lip 

It is my truth 
To keep, to bury or to share 
The power I have 
You thought I did not 
Is mine to explore 

I can move around at will 
For short bursts at a time
Shouting from the roof tops 
Because words spoken 
Have a razor edge blade 

It is my truth 
To keep, to bury or to share 
The power I have 
You thought I cared not 
Is my weapon 

From the heart 
Char 

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