Words That Cut
A voice can wound,
without a strike,
without a hand,
without intention.
I learned this young,
when silence stung,
and simple lines
changed my days.
Some words stay,
long after anger,
settled deep
in hidden corners.
I carry scars,
small and sharp,
each one shaped
by careless tongues.
So now I speak,
as gently as I can,
choosing truth
without cruelty.
Because a heart,
once cracked open,
never beats
the same again.
About the Creator
♿ V+ Marie381Uk
Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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