Words

Words break ones spirit. Feeling lost and ever so desperate. Memories of good times have faded She sits and wishes them to return/waited. Words are one of the worst weapons. Simply wanting acceptance. Begging for understanding/ Empathy not withstanding. Words injure ones heart and soul. Ever so slowly, they begin to take their toll. We begin to believe what we hear. Our selves beginning to disappear. Words do two things, they injure or mend. We often seem to pretend. They knock you down, they can raise you upward. It all starts/ it all starts with a word.