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That Mighty Sword

I shut my mouth and open up my heart,
When I’ve gotten to the edge or reached my limit,
I try to let the words flow through my fingers,
Even when my mind races at a mile a minute.

The times I’ve wanted to burst out and explode,
And say “fuck it all” to all and everything around,
I try to compose myself and then compose,
And it helps to calm and cool me down.

But the times I’ve tripped and let myself detonate,
The consequences had an effect for a long time,
Only to write later on and then fully analyze,
The commotion that I should’ve read the sign.

After the last time that I blasted with such a fury,
And witnessing how badly it affected them,
I reach for that mighty sword, my pen and let the words
Pour and stream so I’ll never get disconnected again.