My Weapon Poem by salha kibwana
My Weapon
And so they ask how i protect my emotions, how i protect my feelings.
how i hold back tears of joy and vain,
And i would tell them,
my weapon is my ink, all i need to do is to think.
In a blink my emotions generates through out my veins,
as my blood pump so hard in rage, but i release it in a single page.
eachword carries,
a lump of pain,
a pint of joy,
mostly a handful of inner peace.
loving the personification....'each page carries a lump of joy and a pint of pain'....how true to the poet....
Be true to yourself. See beyond the obvious and write about it. Very good.
love this poem. it reflects the way i write. to free myself from unwanted emotions Britney
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:24:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Kee writing Salha you have a gift for it and it helps you cope.