Another under my belt

While I was waiting for the glue to dry on one of my other projects, I thought I would finish up another page in my art journal. This is one of the pages I was working on, but felt it needed something. I found words that I can relate to. It is difficult to nail down the author of the poem as I found it several times on the Internet. A couple sites pointed to Barrie Wade. The poem goes:
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can also hurt me. Stones and sticks break only skin, while words are ghosts that haunt me.
Slant and curved the word-swords fall to pierce and stick inside me. Bats and bricks may ache through bones, but words can mortify me.
Pain from words has left its scar on mind and heart that’s tender. Cuts and bruises now have healed, it’s words that I remember.



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