Hurtful Words

They ring in ears for years to come
As chords of stunning hurt they strum
And resonate on mental strings:
All those spoken, hurtful things.

Those who spoke the hurtful words
Which roll like balls of billiards
Inside our heads eternally
Care not of damage they don’t see

But all the pain, their words have caused
Which haunts us every time we’ve paused
Will form our lives; impact our fate
And of our lives will educate

And of those words we can’t forget
No longer do we care or fret
For there are higher planes we see
Of justified ascendency

For ones who spoke: We've moved on,
And know your words won't be withdrawn.
Forgiveness we may one day let, but …
Your hurtful words we can’t forget.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Aziz Avatar
June 3, 2014 at 5:44 AM
The truest poem I have ever read.it touched my heart.lovely.best wishes-shaista:)
Clark Avatar
November 13, 2014 at 8:55 AM
Sadly, Shaista, we've all had personal experiences with Hurtful Words in our past. But with time, we learn that the shallowness of the utterers mustn't be allowed to become our lodestones. When we weigh the Helpful Words of others, against the Hurtful ones, we learn that we aren't what those hurtful people said we were. Thank you for your comments. Jack C
Curtis Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 8:48 PM
Words are power--I know---in the beginning--God said "Let there be light" and a month later, I got the bill.
Clark Avatar
May 26, 2014 at 7:54 AM
HA! I remember that day ... I was the duty electrician, and threw the switch! Now ... THAT's old!!! Thank you for again stopping by, Jerry. Jack C.
Carrillo Avatar
May 24, 2014 at 8:21 PM
Hi Jack; I agree with you 100% on this one. Some people say that words can't hurt. I think that sometimes They can hurt more than if they hit you. I know I've been there. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla
Clark Avatar
May 25, 2014 at 6:43 AM
I see we are of the same thought and mind on this topic, Lucilla. Words, like a thrown stone, can't be recalled ... and sometimes the target is damaged permanently. Thank you for stopping by and leaving your comment. Jack C.
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