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What do you do
When words said
Cut you to the quick
With their forceful
Honesty?
Where do you hide
When life
Barrels through
You?
Just one more pothole
Along the way…
How do you
Cauterize
The gaping slices
Etched on your
Soul?
Oozing thick, red
Tears
With each beat
Of your battered
Heart.
Where can you run?
To lick your wounds,
Curl up,
Fetal position
To protect.
Deep breath.
Look up
Into eyes that see
Through
The outer facade
To joint and marrow.
Feed on that power,
Regain your strength.
Shoulders back,
Head high.
One more challenge.
The answer…
Is you.
Yesterday…the words people say set me off into a ranting blog. As I thought about it throughout the day I realized…our words? They can carry a lot of meaning. They can have huge impacts on people whether we know it or not. The wrong words can be debilitating…regardless of right or wrong intentions.
I thought back to the things that have hurt most in my life… The inevitable conclusion? It was never anything physical…always mental. So if words can tear down… Don’t we, as writers and bloggers, also have the responsibility to build up? To leave someone a little better off? To encourage?
You never know whose will touch a heart. Or when what you have to say may be the difference maker in a person’s life. The thing that makes everything click…and make sense again.
Really, it’s always up to you, the individual, to choose who you want to be today…victim or survivor. Positive or Negative. Lover or Hater. Encourager or Naysayer.
Today I’m making my choice. Life…it’s full of bumps and bruises. Wounds that sometimes never fully heal. But I control one thing. My outlook….the decision to get up every morning no matter how battered yesterday may have left me…and to find the beauty and purpose in my today. Some may call me a sucker. I’ve been told I’m a glutton for punishment, that people will let me down. But you know what I’ve found? More people prove me right than wrong. I can wake up with a smile on my face. I can still appreciate the little things. I can love my life. Those other people? Well…isn’t it kind of sad that they can’t find a single thing to look forward to…except spreading their misery. Is it any wonder they find themselves alone more often than not…and not by choice?
I really believe you get what you put out in the world. What do you think? When was the last time you made a difference and you weren’t even trying? You guys do that for me all the time! So, let those scars become something that gives you character and join me in embracing life. 🙂
So beautifully said and so utterly true! You get in what you put out…a true sentence for reflection especially this time of year as we look over the last year…
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Thanks, Natalie. This is my favorite time to reflect, too… Guess that is another reason why I LOVE this time of year. It’s an opportunity to be the change you want to see in the world.
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Kitt – My grandmother once told me – Words are like bullets, once you fire them, you’ll never get them back. I always think of grandmother when I hear someone say something hurtful. I wonder if that person will live to regret the words they’ve said–maybe not. I do know that words can take a life as surely and completely as a bullet.
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Your grandmother was a wise woman… I love her advise.
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Love it, well said Kitt! It’s true, our outlook makes a huge difference. Some people just let things happen, thinking they can’t do anything about it, but it’s not true. We can choose how things affect us and choose how to respond to certain situations.
Love the poem, by the way.
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You are so, so right! That IS the one…and most important…thing that we control.
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invigorating… 🙂
thank you.
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Thank you!
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yes, we certainly do get what we put out, kitt 🙂 prouder of my scars after reading this. Thanks
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I’m glad to hear that! Scars give character. 😉
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What goes around, comes around – so true…!
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