Poem: Knowing When to Use a Pen as a Sword

Words can be used
as blunt instruments
but they can also be
as sharp as a scalpel
or a razor
that cuts into your soul
and makes it bleed.

Even after years
discovering that
the true soul doesn't lie
when it says its truth
hidden away among
pages sandwiched between
colorful covers.

Realization sets in
that what you thought
was sacred, inviolate
turns out to be a
carefully constructed fiction
to prop up a hollow
dead soul.

A soul that died years ago
now the corpse is walking
and taking up the pen
writing to ghosts
who deliver their sting
long after the fact:
a double edged sword.

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