Hateful Words

Words cut deeper than any weapon, for they strike at the soul
They seek out the sanctity of self, and twist
Experience says they do not let go, not for a second
There is no retreat, no safe place, no remorse from such hate
For you carry it deep; it inveigles in falsehoods as well as pain
It is easier to turn and walk from war than spit away a word
Those that cast them know this all too well
And we know in so doing, they are pathetic and weak
Perhaps it is time to put away shared pride
And simply tell it to their faces

A good friend of mine has been affected greatly by hateful words of late and I for one wish her to know, we are with her, not them.