Ink stained soul 

Art and words: Rawan Al-Janaby

Tell me…
Why does the ink stain the soul?
And why is the echo etched on the wall?
While the petals wither
The language of flowers erodes hither

 O’ tell me how!
The mind’s eye flashes
In rage it crashes
Willing to spew forth flames
Yet only uttering ashes 	

Teach me now!
How these inked threads speak
Honey laced venom
Words these eyes cannot perceive as bleak
For when has my sight become so meek?

But answer me so…
Were you not the one who paved the opposing road?
Morals and silken words you supposedly bestowed
So tell me, oh tell me so…
Why did you trample this so called kindness you sowed?
Leading them down the thorn wretched road

Why do their words reek of hypocrisy?
Layered behind masks drenched in mediocrity
The mask creaks; its hollowed words released
Crooked laughter bellows and so,
The wall is etched by an echo
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  1. Reading Rawan’s “words,” as she calls them, I could not help thinking of the ways many of us, human beings, use and abuse language as a means for verbal communication. It is easy for us to take language for granted—as a given—and use it with a sense of entitlement. Little do we notice the negative effects of “words” delivered recklessly on those receiving them, whether we are communicating orally or in writing. The latter, the writing of words, consecrates them, and when they are delivered with entitlement, they “stain the soul,” leaving permanent damage. It is that kind of damage that Rawan’s “words” sound the alarm about; she does that thoughtfully and intelligently.

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