(written April 2023)

A tongue has no blade,
but it can cut a heart open.
Cruel words spoken pierce the softest flesh.
Like a mirror broken
the pieces scatter
now in shreds.
But you are not the one with venom on your lips
or acrid breath.
Words cannot multiply
without love or light
they will die.
So bury them
in the past.
In the dark, let them rot
and wither.
Then watch as the snake slithers
away
gone forever.
Copyright © 2023 Maggie Watson
All rights reserved
To deny cruelty air as should be the aim of us all. The power of words depends upon the care or lack thereof we give them. Let harm die and joy flourish.
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Amen to that 🙏Thank you for reading 💙
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Wonderful poem!. 💜
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Thank you very much 🙏🙏
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You’re most welcome. 😊
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