I held the silence
for so long
that it became
a thing
a monster
with dripping fangs
sharpened claws
that began to gnaw
at my heart
shred my soul
just when my days
became as dark
as my sleepless nights
when I thought that finally
I was done
something deep inside
stirred
awoke
courage
rage
passion
thought long gone
now burned again
in my gut
itched in my fingers
trembled on my tongue
I shaped it
into a flaming sword
severed the silence
in two
molded it boldly
into a smoldering fountain pen
and ink
finally
began to flow
© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Absolutely brilliant.
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Thank you my friend- dusting off some old chestnuts
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Roast them on the coals, and let’s call Nat the King, cause that’s a damn good chestnut.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Flaming sword – smoldering pen
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Powerful and beautiful imagery!
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Thank you M.A.!
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