Let words be words, said strung on precarious, unthinking lines.
A fall into an abyss, a person’s self-worth, deep down into damning darkness, 
no light at the end of a long-winded, long-timed tunnel.
A stranger, a loved one, an acquaintance, a friend,
or that anonymous text on the internet - human made social media mess.
A few words, letters are all that they take.
An upturned smirk, laughing eyes, scorn plastered on faces known and unknown. 
Where does a heart, a soul, hurt browbeaten take refuge?
Where boundaries cease to exist in the internet mist.
Why, right at home, the office,
an evil hides, and the unrepentant always spy.
Streets, bright-lit corners are where these vices thrive.
I be who I be,
What you see, imbibe… is your thought a mind sight.
Make me no part of your process,
I see myself as the best, worthiest of the worthy.
I strike across your words hung on airborne lines, 
And cut them down to size,
With swords of self-esteem I am armed, make no mistake.
A steeled resolve reverberates even more 
with every hurtful word you say.
I rise, I rise over hate fuelled words littered across horizons of sunlit hope.
Each word marked with the seal of non-acceptance, non-belief in what you see, or want me to be.
I stamp my mark across the portals of Time.
I rise, and again I rise.