Words Won't Hurt

Too many times

my heart has been

broken,

my spirit left

in tattered disarray.

All too often

I've responded

through the only method

I know.

Words.

Words written on

tear stained paper,

baring my soul

to anyone who cares.

Do you care?

I sometimes wonder

if anything I say

holds meaning

for anyone.

A question…

why should this

matter?

My broken heart reflects

inwardly,

to be dealt with

alone.

As I write my hurt,

I stop feeling.

My face smiles again,

a hint of a song

shines from my eyes.

Through every bit

of pain,

I learn to

grow

laugh

love.

And finally I resolve

that words

won’t hurt.