Words can feel like arrows
As they spew out of the mouth.
Taking aim…the target being
Directly to the heart.

The pain may cause no blood to run
But the pain… it’s there the same.
Causing many tears to fall
With the hatred in the aim.

A word…
Like a slap across the face
Can cause injury….
Without even a trace.

The handprint of the slap will heal
But a word said…will remain,
Imbedded in the heart…
Throbbing with the pain.

The word once said…
Can’t be erased
But will keep it’s trace
Somewhere deep inside.

Where other words said with hatred
Are planted and will grow.
More hatred and more evil words
Than anyone should know.

*jcs