Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones

May break my bones

But words

Will never hurt me

I used to say

But it's not that way

Words can mortally wound me

Bandages, stitches and tape

Cannot cover the gape

That words left in my heart

Words can make me bleed

In a place you cannot see

Words can tear my heart apart

Today's project is charcoal on paper.

When I was a child I learned the simple rhyme Sticks and Stones.  I remember yelling it on the playground when other children were saying mean things.  I also remember going home and crying about the things they had said.  My physical wounds heal so much faster than the wounds of my heart. 

The worst part of using our words to injure someone else, is it often causes them to to strike out with words at someone else.  Is it any wonder that our world knows so much chaos, war and misunderstanding?  If we all started watching our words.  If we all thought about what we were saying.  If we all only spoke kind, healing, positive words to one another.  Perhaps the world would be a better place for our children and our children's children.  What the world needs now is love.

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