Words

Words, my strength, and also my bane
A dance of gallantry, a melody of pain.
A battlefield where emotions wane.

With each uttered sentence, a tale unfurls,

Yet, in their fragility, lie the pearls.

Their potential to wound, like a perilous whirl.

Since time old, words weave a magic spell,

In their verses, where emotions dwell.

Strength they gift, a formidable might,

Yet my weakness revealed in the poet's plight.

I let out my private feelings laid bare,

Set my pen alight, I let my soul fare.

-vic