The Cycle of Hurt

by Ingrid   Oct 8, 2008


Feared is he,
whose tongue cuts like a knife
Words like poisonous arrows
puncturing the deepest of holes
into those who least expected the attack
For a brief moment of satisfaction,
the meek must suffer dearly
Indeed, the need for relief
can make some blind for what is just
Over the years I have had my share
of cast-off arrows
I will not stoop to levels below my reach
My answer will be
in the silence that meets your hello
The Lord is my shepherd
and his love is my shield
I will not yield to retribution
and contribute to the cycle of hurt

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  • 15 years ago

    by Cotton Candy Clouds

    I really loved your poem
    i think it was in i want to say psalms? about a wise man holds his tongue but a foolish man speaks many words
    wherever it was you were right with everything you said! : ) great poem hunn
    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    You have written a very inspirational piece here.

    It stars off with dark vivid discriptions of the inflicted words, the way they can cut wounds that are so much deeper than any blade could ever create.

    It is true, he may step back and smile at his dark work, but what he does not realise is this...he has also wounded himself by inflicting such darkness and furthermore the absense of retaliation compounds his injuries by witnessing a strength that he could never hope to acheive. For such composure is empowering to you, yet disempowering for him..your strength is his weakness.

    Well done Ingrid, very well done.

    Take care

    Michael

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