My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul, penning under JSH. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
Masters of Martyr
Stop claiming
our pain is the same
when you’re the one
wielding weapons
(but not the only
one to blame).
We both ache,
just in entirely different ways
the real issue is
we both still stay