Between the Lines


The words 
flowing across the screen 
speak for me  

A voice 
when I have none

The words 
hurl daggers 
at unseen tormentors  

They also caress 
and soothe 

The words 
curse 
scream 
sob 
or whisper  

They also 
laugh 
chuckle 
and delight

With them I am lifted 
to ecstasy 
flying 
on invisible wings

Or 
they show the view 
of my mental torture 
my cell 
of hellish nightmares

No matter the day 
I always find myself 
between the lines

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson