Caustic seeds were sown in the soil of the subconscious heart.
They began to germinate and sprout as constant ridicule watered them
It almost seems like they grew overnight into enormous oaks providing a place of refuge and shelter.
Onlookers faces become disfigured at sight, but they are unaware of its genesis
Pungent, sharp, waspish, acrimonious are things they whisper under their breath
If only they knew it took a long time coming and these pungent words are just a mere defense mechanism
An armor worn with honor from the many battles won.
Yes, it may seem acerbic but, it’s an armor covering inner fragility.
Issues from the Heart 