Whilst they aren't armed, they are still dangerous.
They may not carry around with them swords,
But they have pens as sharp as any blade,
Their tongues, sharper than what enemies would want.
If they did not have power in numbers,
They have power in their strength, their patience.
Their strengths formed by the sheer grief they endure,
Not occasionally, but every day.
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Through 2023
PoetryA collection of poems and other pieces of writing exploring emotions, thoughts and feelings of a wide range of topics from the most random of things to current affaires in the world as the author (me!) journeys through the year of 2023. Let's journe...
