Scolded

Scolded, I stand, with tears in my eyes,

A heart heavy with sorrow, a soul that cries.

Harsh words, like autumn leaves, have fallen deep,

Wounding my spirit, leaving scars that seep.

The sting of rebuke, a pain that won't subside,

A grief that echoes, long after the tide.

I thought love and kindness, would be my guide,

But instead, sharp criticism, has left me to hide.

In this dark moment, I search for a light,

A gentle touch, to soothe my troubled night.

For though words can hurt, they can also heal,

And in love's warm embrace, my heart can start to feel.