Reflections of a poetry victim
Words, without fire, are meaningless. As empty, as bereft, as pointless as a vulture’s wail of lament.
Words are meant to move mountains, to shatter chains and break cages. When storms rage, words placate and soothe and invite serenity. When all else seems bleak and hopeless, words give strength and courage to face demons. When even the heavens cower in fear, words light the fire that drives away the shadows of despair.
Fortunate is he who gives way to the most passionate utterance, for he defies apathy and rejoices in his humanity.
**I have been battling with writer’s block for quite a few months now. Words seem to have gotten the best of me, invoking my deepest of fears and biggest insecurities. Sigh, I knew I should’nt have fallen for her…