Vishuddha

Do not underestimate the quiet one
For Vishuddha needs not volume
When she speaks the attention is won
Her words captivate the room

In the hands of most, a pen is just a pen
But her hands are guided by the moon
She is misjudged quite often
In her hands the pen becomes a harpoon

Effortlessly she can reach hearts
Neither friend nor foe are safe and secure
For her metaphors are as darts
And her feelings you must endure

The greatest of fools you would be
Should you ever try and end her
Because the energy you sent soon you’ll see
That with her words she will return to sender