Too many times
my heart has been
broken,
my spirit left
in tattered disarray.

All too often
I've responded
through the only method
I know.

Words.

Words written on
tear stained paper,
baring my soul
to anyone who cares.

Do you care?

I sometimes wonder
if anything I say
holds meaning
for anyone.

A question…
why should this
matter?

My broken heart reflects
inwardly,
to be dealt with
alone.

As I write my hurt,
I stop feeling.
My face smiles again,
a hint of a song
shines from my eyes.

Through every bit
of pain,
I learn to
grow
laugh

love.

And finally I resolve
that words
won’t hurt.