Have you become unraveled by a thing?
So easily distressed by whetted words,
When two can heal as though on feathered wings
And bring elation freely, like a bird.
Some spoken words with haste and anger may
Undoubtedly forever with you burn
Like flames and fire always here to stay
Enclosed within your heart, now growing stern.
And still, two words when spoken can amend
The cuts, the scars, the flames that have since grown,
And rising from those ashes stand two friends
In silence, contemplating what was sown.
Though scars remain forever, they can fade.
Two words; "I'm sorry;" diff'rences are made.
About the Creator
Holly Nace
Library nerd. I write stories, books, and poems. My poetry delves into the melancholy and bright, the painful and the wistful. I hope my words resonate with and inspire others.
"Tomorrow is too far away
So I will live just for today."
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