By Audrey Howard, TIWP Student

At times the words flow
freely and at liberty
at other times
the words come like dew droplets in a land plagued by drought
like trying to drink from a bare, dry, desolate well
they can be glorious
shouts of prevailing victory
a story incomparably divine
poetry simply wondrous
enrapturing
heavenly delightful, captivating, enthralling
they can be bitter
shouts of loss
cries stemmed from death
deragatory terms
phrases painted on walls to separate people
notes passed between people intending to hurt bitterly
so many different ways to write, why do it to hurt?