I am awakened by the sounds of an angry host of folk. As I look out my window, my home is surrounded by a lynch mob; torches, pitchforks, rope, the whole nine yards, trying to go for ten. I fear not. For I know the ground upon which this house was built. Stepping out, onto the front porch, my eyes scan the crowd only to find the cowering coward, whose lies and deceitful words have fueled the fury of the clueless. I smile with confidence, as I reach into my own chest to pull out my heart. I hold it high, for all to see and silence overcomes the crowd. All eyes turn and become fixed on the one, of only words. What are words.......to an exposed heart?
Bryan Hollomon Williams