Sunday, September 18, 2005

Weigh your words, throw your light on the page not the book at me - I never see you

Words are a weapon when you want them to be. But like a bullet, they can be dodged. Like a knife they cut, their depth unknown. Like a stone they bruise. But throw your hurtful words and if they do not apply, I can dodge, duck, rearrange them in mid-air. Their intention lost, their truth revealed. They become my truth, they remain your pain.

6 Comments:

Blogger Pikkel Weezel said...

Hey, thanks for the comment, I bet that Vt air is really starting to feel good about now eh? I may come up near New Years, ever sit down and have a drink with an abrasive conservative?

11:10 PM  
Blogger jane said...

I had to read that twice to understand it. Your writing is like a poetry & has so much more depth than what I read the 1st time.
What a very true reality. What I take (for myself) from this is, when someone is hurling hurtful but misdirected words, I don't have to own it.
I can apply that to my everyday life.
thanks, Helen!

3:31 AM  
Blogger The Taorist said...

Where have you been? Have you seen the sliver of light in the wilderness and became entranced by it? Your words has touched me!

6:22 AM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

Lovely.
Maybe I nedd to move to Vermont.
I was born there.

11:04 AM  
Anonymous Mike said...

Amen, sister!

7:16 PM  
Blogger -ms jumbled mind- said...

words cut like knife. Hi Helen. *HUGS*

8:01 AM  

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