A reassuring woman lifted the hand of the unlucky and she kissed it,
She kissed it with all the blessings that she could offer,
Words,
Proclamations of strength,
Spilled from unworthy bleeding palms and that blood became crystal clear
Extinguishing ravenous fires I am feeding flame with figurative speaking,
Eradicating furious ghosts of memory with my tongue,
Giving birth to my redeemer
I am a poet,
And with my army of alliteration
I am stronger than my sadness
The pen has wars built within its ink
And in the movement of this weapon across crumbled up paper you can see victory painted over damage
