Worldly Weapons
We read, sing, write, speak, use
one of the deadliest weapons in the World.
Sometimes unaware of the capable destruction we hold within.
Voices echo words in tones;
Edges of souls vulnerable in heart, weak in mind.
Flesh wounds heal quicker than souls damaged, troubled,
uncertain of provocation, lost in a myriad of confusion.
Bullets pierce the body.
Words pierce the heart.
Copyright © Sharla Shotwell | Year Posted 2006
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