Th’ writin’.

What got me writing?

The 13th century word basically means, the act or process of forming visible letters or characters specifically, act or practise of literary or musical composition.

A riot is the language of the unheard says Martin Luther King Jr. But he forgets to add, that the instigator, is a quiet loner who wants to share. For there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

The first attempt at share, the ridicule, the condescending adult or a blatant brush off sends the person into the shell. The blade don’t make scars, the people who bully people make scars, depression makes scars, love makes scars, being judged makes scars like I said the blade don’t make scars you do, the people that always got something to say.

These scars sit on the soul, like the trophy of a warrior I saw myself, walking the way of  warrior, wielding the  pen after all it is mightier than the sword, singing the stories of the unheard like a mystic bard.

The tale unfolds…..  

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