No Broken Bones
And My Spirit Is Healing
I have been broken
But my bones are intact
Words that were spoken
Can’t be taken back
The scars that I bear
May not be seen on my skin
Except for these words
Marking both, sorrows and grins
So take this message displayed
I wear within and without
As proof I have weighed
And concluded without doubt
That love in all forms
Can both break and mend you
Honing strength from the storms
And the joys we will go through
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (4)
"Words that were spoken Can’t be taken back" How true is that! Many a harsh word is said in anger.
To love is at one & the same time most awful & wonderous, my friend, breaking, mending, bringing low & lifting up. Indeed I say, your words, my friend, are true.
Words do hurt at times, but one just has to know we are good.
Sad/Dark but powerful poetry. We have to always pick ourselves up