Words once sliced through me; and wounded soul;
hateful words; meant to reduce my pride.
Heaped one upon the other the words took their toll;
depression made believe words couldn’t be denied.
Years would pass before I found will enough to leave.
When I did, I learned that words can be said as lies;
to manipulate ;destroy esteem; and deceive;
I raise my head up high; my heart no longer cries.
Words can be beautiful; with healing and emotion;
can be kind and true; full of hope and inspiration.
They don’t have to hurt; used in love and devotion;
promoting faith; sooth a pain; sweet word's creation.
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