Broken Bones, Sticks, and Stones

Broken Bones, Sticks, and Stones

Sticks and stones break your bones,

But words will never harm.”

Yet echoes linger, whispered tones,

A curse wrapped in false charm.

A bruise will fade, a bone will mend,

The skin grows strong once more.

words, oh words, they twist and bend,

And leave a deeper sore.

The broken sticks lay in the dust,

The stones are weathered smooth.

But scars of trust turned into rust

Are harder to remove.

So here I stand, with scars well-worn,

A mix of strength and pain.

For every wound that words have sworn,

I rise and start again