Poem: The Words Said

The Words Said


The words said…sometimes so harsh and cruel.
They leave scars that never fully heal.

They crust over with a covering, superficial,
that only serves, from others, to conceal.

Still, the wound is there below the surface,
and subject to eruptions, evermore.

The careless deeds and hurtful words, thus, spoken,
prevent the healing of this hidden sore.

Words flung out in anger are like daggers.
They pierce the soul and penetrate the heart.

Deflating any feelings of wellbeing.
Leaving loneliness that never will depart.

Still, you search for simple understanding…
make excuses - try to rationalize.

And every time the scab, again, is broken
it manages to take you by surprise.


June Kellum
Sept 2005