Words are very powerful. Mine, yours, everyone's.


Words Will Never Hurt Me



The sickness within
The rotting, decaying sickness within
Guilt
Self-hatred, even self-loathing
eats me from the inside out
My lungs collapse
My intestines shrivel
My liver bursts
My heart erupts
then ceases
All because I took your words
And made them my own
Believed them
Turned them into a religion
Tired of the prayer rugs
the wine and the wafers

Do I need a new language
to survive this world?

Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones


June 19, 2007

© 2007 Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-07-08 at 02:19

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Rob Graber
Excellent text, powerfully written. I admire the precision of your work, its attention to detail.
2007-07-08


penfold18
A very strong and also interesting write.
2007-07-08