Sticks and Stones

This was left by the photocopier recently and I thought it was pretty cool;

Truth

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can also hurt me.
Stones and sticks break only skin,
While words are ghosts that haunt me.

Slant and curved the word swords fall
To pierce and stick inside me.
Bats and bricks may ache through bones,
But words can mortify me.

Pain from words has left its scar,
On mind and heart that’s tender.
Cuts and bruises now have healed;
It’s words that I remember.

By Barrie Wade

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