(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in kind words spoken by me and to me and about me”)
You got hit with sticks and stones, but the words
are what broke your bones, what crushed your heart’s hopes.
“Stupid!” “Worthless!” “Dumbass!” Yes, for the birds
these words. They hung your humane heart from ropes.
I am not as strong as words. I am limp.
Words go through me to my soul and they pierce
my pained body with zero time to primp
and prepare myself for the whack all fierce.
“Gentle words bring life; deceitful tongue slays.”
Proverbs Fifteen:4 – Words of endearment.
“Love” is such a word, THE WORD, we must raise
high; the white surrendered flag of “cheer”ment.
We can speak a mean streak of words too mean,
or we can speak a love streak of words preen.