Consider your arsenal

When you interact

Others don’t know your experience

When you cut them down with an axe

As a child I was lonely

Not because no one was there

But because my father and mother

Had other things to think about and care

I had no brothers and sisters

I didn’t even have any friends

No pets were around either

Just two very loving grandparents

Where do we get these weapons?

From emotions burned into our soul

The violence of silence seers

And love scars you until you are old

If you found companionship in books

You might wield the ability of a wordsmith

Consider your arsenal my friend

Because your abilities aren’t always gifts