Poetry: The Tongue

The tongue is so sharp as if bladed,

Sharper than a knife, even better, sharper than a sword,

It cuts deep inside, goes through the heart,

Makes it bleed and bleed and bleed.

 

Years go by, the bleeding stops,

Something left though, the scars,

Feels the same intense pain, every time she touches,

Maybe, only maybe, someday, will disappear all the scars.

 

She wishes, she had never fought with her tongue,

Never can she take it back once it is said and done,

It is not easy to forget or forgive,

Yet it is harder to hold on to the grudge.

Williams, C. (2013, August 13) The Tongue.

Williams, C. (July 25, 2013) Happiness in Dreams.  https://historicalmenwomenplaces.blogspot.com/2024/12/happiness-in-dreams.html