Monday 26 August 2024

"STICKS AND STONES" by Becky Hemsley


"STICKS AND STONES"
by Becky Hemsley

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will cut me deep
They’ll keep on hurting long after
The breaks and bruises heal
Because the sticks will meet my skin,
The stones may hit my bones
But words will carve their way beneath
And make my soul their home
And this gives them the power
To control me and to win
‘Cause now I’ve words of worthlessness
From outside and within
See stones are thrown in anger
But our words are thrown in spite
And whilst they’re easier to pitch
They’re more difficult to fight
Because we cannot run away,
We cannot just unhear them,
Because their echoes resonate
Long after we are near them
And if we are not careful
Then those words become our voice
One that learns to shout the loudest
And to make the biggest noise
So do not be the reason
Someone hates their own reflection
Or thinks they are not worthy
Or deserving of affection
And when you pick your words
Weigh them awhile between your palms
Consider whether hurling them
Will heal or hurt or harm
Yes, sticks and stones may break a bone
But words can break a heart
And they can be the reason
Someone tears themself apart
So if you wouldn’t break their bones
By throwing stones and sticks
It’s likely for the best
That some words do not leave your lips
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Credit Goes To : Becky Hemsley 2022
https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild
Stunning artwork by Femke Muntz

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