Words

Words. They can affect you in a way that you will remember. Remembering can either be good or bad. They can cut like a razor. It feels like a bite, then it BURNS. It hits hard like a forest fire, consuming the very place that it has set forth at. It scars you. Then forever, you remember why that bloody scar is always there. English taught me how, to use words to build a powerful image and let it sit forever with others. I write it because it is a way to express my whole mind not just the practical and more reasoned self. Poetry is forever going to be something I do.