Words

The choice

Some words

can uplift

a withered spirit,

unburden a

weary soul.

Whilst others

can be dispensed

so casually,

with little

or no respect

for their weight.

Dropped like an

unexploded bomb,

wielded malevolently

like a hot iron

searing the

paper-thin skin

on the tip

of an earlobe,

leaping off the page,

flashing on the screen,

scarring memory.

A poem by Ene © 2026

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