Words can hurt like a punch
Stomach gets sick, head hurts, eyes water
Misunderstandings mend quickly
But direct strikes stab.
Words are only sounds in our ears
How do they reach our eyes to make tears?
Churning a pathway through our guts
Ending with a direct hit to the heart.
Gossip scratches and scrapes
Opinions have blunt-force
But truth is the most lethal
With serrated edges that can make us bleed.
Apologies are surgical repair
Required for healing
But scars remain.
Printed in the Poetry Place of the July 2014 monthly newsletter
of the Redwood Writers branch of California Writers Club.