Words...

[Out of the Ashes]

Words...

Maybe I'm oversensitive today,

but the words that you say,

just took my breath away,

and not in a good way.


Those words.....

You think they don't matter,

it's just idle chatter,

while my heart is on a platter,

devoured by your words...


They pile up, I retreat,

at my limit, I accept defeat,

I blink....and you don't think.

Must you repeat-

those words?


You cannot perceive

the pain that you leave

in the heart that you grieve

with those words...


You don't mean to be mean,

and that's how you'll lean,

because you don't hear how they seem

like spiteful words.


If you could feel my heart flop,

cut by words that you drop,

would you stop?

Or continue to go over the top?


Would you really want to say those words?

You cannot put them back,

they echo love you lack,

they make my heart crack,

as it reverberates your words...


They curse or bless,

they build up or they mess,

but they never rest,

They never rest.

They.

Never.

Rest.

[abusewarrior]

Out of the Ashes,
This is a very heartfelt and powerful poem. I was thinking about how my abuser's words still haunt me to this day. Even though I am an adult now, they still find their way into my heart when I am feel particualrly vulnerable.
I am glad you shared this beautiful writing. I could relate to so much of it.
AbuseWarrior

[sparrow130]

Yes, out of the ashes, beautiful. I've always felt that there is so much power in words to bless or to harm. Thank you for sharing.
sparrow

[mary jane]

I deeply relate. thank you.