When armed with an arsenal

Of ideas bigger than bombs

And words that are piercing as arrows


With swelling anticipation

Like the tide, it crests


When faced with a blank white page

You wait for the explosion

The crash of the ocean wave

It destroys the castles you have built

But you call it



Emily Faison

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