Melody of the Heart

My words once
sharp as a blade
pierced deep into the soul
Now I carry
a gentle songbird
nestled within my chest

My language
like early mist
touches the spirit
quenching desolate hearts
awakening silent tales

Where bitterness once grew
I now sow
a meadow of kindness
Blossoms of faith
unfold tender and radiant

My speech
no longer a blade
becomes a silken thread
tying hearts together
uniting distant shores

I am
a spinner of dreams
braiding threads of light
mending scars
painting visions anew
With each phrase
I breathe grace and healing
lifting sorrow’s weight
from this world

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