The Tongue has no bones but it can hurt

The Tongue has no bones but it can hurt

The tongue has no bones, yet it cuts so deep,

A whisper can wake, a word can make weep.

A careless remark, a sentence unkind,

Can shatter a heart, leave sorrow behind.

Like fire, it burns; like ice, it can chill,

It wounds without touch, yet can also heal.

A harsh word may linger, a scar left unseen,

A moment of anger, a lifetime between.

But softer its power, when spoken with grace,

It lifts up the weary, brings light to a face.

A word full of kindness, a phrase filled with cheer,

Can mend what was broken, erase doubt and fear.

So speak with intention, let love guide your voice,

In a world full of echoes, make kindness your choice.