Down Poetry Road

"Just Words"

Sharp knives
Sometimes ending in self destruct,
They are weapons of hurt and lies.
Attacking on on defence,
Romors stab friends in their chests;
They are unsuspecting casualties.

Outrageously stretched truths,
But no one knows the culprit.
Can they get away with it -
The ruin of self esteem?

Remembering,
A while ago,
The flame of words was lit.
It caught on the wind
And it spread across the plains.
By the time I reached to me the wall was hight and bright;
Insensitive and not about to end,
A tower of burning names.

Extinguished with the waters of honesty,
There was still no escape from injury.
Though at first just petty and meaningless,
The scars formed in time.

I've now forgiven what was said,
Wanting to be free as birds
From all the hurting voices left only in my head;
They are not "just words".