if the words we say hurt, if the words we say tear.
We vent our frustrations through insults and blame
without ever considering our guilt of the same.
Razor-edged stones hurled with hateful speed
don’t give what we want, don’t get what we need.
They say, “Only weapons can harm us, only blows break our bones.
Words, they are useless, mere toothpick sticks, cotton ball stones.”
But words burn much hotter when spoken in rage.
They lie and deceive; they wound, and they cage.
They package suppressed pain, their poison seeps over time.
Their effects run much deeper than this one simple rhyme.
Consider the impact of a tongue on the loose,
with no thought taken for others or how it will bruise.
Then think of the mouth shut tight with restraint,
and the sound of forgiveness callous word did not taint.
©T.Lynn Smith 2009
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