(I have to admit this poem was vastly inspired by the book I’m reading these days: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte)

Every anguish delivered
Leads to a stroke
Every harsh word uttered
Leads to a sketch
Every taunt thrown
Leads to a flow of words

Every hasty dismissal
Every remark of intolerance
Every false declaration of affection
Leads to creation
Leads to chaotic confusion
Leads to the birth of something beautiful

Implored and beseeched
Ignored and unreached

Are your words true and humble
Or just loose and wild

Relieve me of this pain
Since misery is all it entails
If your mirth is what rests upon this
Kiss it goodbye for I shall do with it no more


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