What do you say about the words they try to insinuate inside your head? Who said they won't hurt? Who said words will stay as superficial as they are? What if they become tattooed on our skin - permanently attached to our identities? What if the things that has only poisoned our minds could now control how our hearts beat? What if the nightmares that insidiously permeated our sleep slowly transcend into a grim reality?
We are what we think. We become who we think we are. But there is one thing we always fail to remind ourseleves; it is that words can only be powerful if we give them the right to be. Never let anybody's fragmentary opinion about you become the mirror of your soul.
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Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poetry"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
