top of page

The Power We Hold (Poetry)

Words can be so pretty

and so painful.

They can embrace

and they can stab.

They can heal

and they can kill.

They can love

and they can hate.

What will I say

when I’m out

in the world

today?

Recent Posts

See All
I Called Her A Lullaby

She called herself a storm— Lightning strikes, she feared, would tear families in two; Unrestrained power pulsating through. Clashes of...

 
 
 

Comments


Never miss out on New Art & Writing!

Join my eNewsletter for updates. :)

Want to dive deeper into The Mind of Amy Frank?

Plunge into the depths on Facebook.

  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • Email

Victoria, BC, Canada

info@amyfrank.ca

250-514-3351

All Work © Amy Frank 1997-2025

bottom of page