To some, words are knives
cut and bleed, made to
believe, to see how it's supposed
to be.
To others, words are flowers
delicate and sweet, but easily
demolished by fire.
Now that fire might burn harsh
with rage, trying to drown you in
flames, you might even feel a bit
caged, but there is always
light in the darkness.
That light could be a flashlight,
or maybe the end of the tunnel.
Either way you have been
found, you will not drown
any longer.
