by Harshita Das aged 14

I’ve seen language be wielded like a weapon
I’ve seen it in words; all edges and barbs
I saw it in songs of heartbreak; And empathy crushed my chest
Saw it in beautifully woven stories
Those are the ones which hurt the most
Each letter, a thorn; until all I could feel
Was prickling underneath my skin
Until all I could think about were cruel things
And my petty problems suddenly seemed insignificant

I’ve seen language be wielded like medicine
Words which make me cry in joy
As if a warm candle has been lit
In my chest
Happy endings; small smiles and rumbling laughter
Humorous jokes
Which make the world brighter; If only for a moment
Until the cruel worlds disappeared
And all I could feel was contentment and satisfaction

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