You have written a very inspirational piece here.

It stars off with dark vivid discriptions of the inflicted words, the way they can cut wounds that are so much deeper than any blade could ever create.

It is true, he may step back and smile at his dark work, but what he does not realise is this...he has also wounded himself by inflicting such darkness and furthermore the absense of retaliation compounds his injuries by witnessing a strength that he could never hope to acheive. For such composure is empowering to you, yet disempowering for him..your strength is his weakness.

Well done Ingrid, very well done.

Take care

Michael

I really loved your poem
i think it was in i want to say psalms? about a wise man holds his tongue but a foolish man speaks many words
wherever it was you were right with everything you said! : ) great poem hunn
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