rebellion

Today I wove a blanket of words
soft , comforting words,
A world of make -believe
and tried to cover myself
and hide
behind
the
comforting
anonymity
of
my word-blanket.
but
how was i to know
that
my words
were
rebellious
noisy
thought provoking
some were
downright
nasty
and hit you hard
in -your-face
brazen
and raised
a forest
of prickly
 questions

one by one
they left
the comfy
confines
of  the
blanket
refusing
to be woven into
 a comforting
whole.
It was
a literary
balkanisation.


After a
quick
conference
my words
armed
with
their own
counter
questions
and
armed with
unfilled
blanks


marched
menacingly
towards me
their
creator
and
I am ashamed
to admit

I ran

like a
coward
like a
renegade
a refugee
a recanter of
thoughts
a spineless
shipwrecked
sailor

for I had
no answers
to
questions

whole army
of them

raised by
my very
own
words.