Words, Wounds + The Power to Heal (a poem)

And your disappointment cuts me like a knife

Small wounds left to scab over and forgotten
Your words are filled with venom


than any sting or any bite

Over time small cuts turn into gaping wounds
Don’t you see your


are weapons
Don’t you see the hurt they’ve caused

So I pick up my pieces and I pack my own wounds
From this pain I forge my own armor,


than any words that fall from your mouth
I’ve spent enough time broken,

only I can heal these wounds

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