Words, Once Spoken

Words

Once spoken

Can never be retrieved

They may be

Poniards or posies

Shine light or bring darkness

Be careful

To taste them first

For once spoken

You never know

If the words said in anger

Will be those needed

To push another

To their breaking point

Or if those said in compassion

Will pull one from

The precipice

Words hold

The power to bring

Life or death

To the soul


For my part, I choose to try my hardest to never speak in anger no matter how misunderstood, judged, righteously indignant, or hurt I feel. I know the weapon that is the word and I don’t like to wield it.

When our parents told us about sticks, stones, and words, they lied.

9 thoughts on “Words, Once Spoken

  1. Although your words can say how inane, uncaring and unthinking people are, I can imagine you writing some of the wonderdous and interesting words that go through your mind. I also am sure that the ones that are verbal are less powerful. The everyday ones, may help, but are not as powerful as some you write. Or for that matter, your poems. I don’t think the jerk who parked in the handicapped stripped area would care to listen to a lovey poem about himself. He’s too important to himself to spend the time. Short, blunt and to the point for dummy. We enjoy your takes on life. Not because it happened to you, but we have in one way or another had these dummies also. You gave the real feelings about them.
    Your correct. Words do hurt and they can cut like the sharpest knife in the kitchen. As I was once told, don’t say it out loud if you’re not willing to say it to me! That was my mother speaking. I learned somewhat. I was more careful.
    What you say out loud also comes from your seemingly inability to fix your medical problems NOW. So once in my life I get to say, “cuss girl, cuss”! 🌹🌹

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    • I will cuss. I will. When it is time my truth will be spoken. But it will not be spoken out of anger or resentment or hurt. It will be spoken and it will hurt but it will come with forgiveness, understanding, and agape.

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    • I got hit with some ugly words the other day that felt like a tornado whipping one and every way at once and I felt moments where I could have hit back… but instead I chose not to. I can’t change how someone else chooses to behave or how their emotions show in that moment of anger or hurt. The words that were spoken to me cut me very deeply… But that doesn’t mean I should cut back.

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