The Veracious
They called her a writer.
A witch.
A Manipulator of words.
Etching them into corners,
Onto walls,
Abandoned buildings,
Scraps of paper,
And passing ears.
Her words had power,
Obvious to everyone.
Except-
She thought they went unnoticed.
Not realizing the impact,
Of silent communication,
And unspoken truth.
This poem is about:
Our world