As always Amy, a good write flawlessly executed in your minimalist style. The message though doen't ring true for me--if you harden yourself--you are changing YOU--letting someone else get a grip. When defences are justisfied--use them, otherwise times ignore them--words are just dull blades anyway-- "sticks and stones"---are the real culprits.
Sound like me....sometimes I let mere words hurt me too much. Often times I wish I had a little harder armor plating but am happy I do not. If the world did not have some sensitive souls living on it, all hope would be gone.
this poem has a two-edged sword (no pun intended). on the one hand, it is true, at least for me, that i must harden myself sometimes to the knife that comes with words. in the past i've been way too sensitive to what people have to say to me. on the other hand, though, i don't want to steel myself so much that i roll up into a ball of steel, never to feel anything again. a little bit of the blade is a good thing sometimes, for it reminds us that we are alive. aside from all that, though, i did like your poem. these are just my ramblings early in the morning before i go to work!!
Good poem. I disagree with the sentiment though. We should all be carefull what we say (especially me), but there is no pleasure to be found unless you take some risk. Every good experience has an equal and inverse loss connected to it. Experience loss and pleasure or be soul dead. If you become stone, every word will be a sharp blade to you, and the man that breaks that rock and shapes it into something useful is the stonemason who deserves the stones gratitude. Open yourself to the pain and plesure of life. Pain only exists to tell you not to go there again, but it is in any event bearable, and if we heed its call leads us to pleasurable experience. Necesity is not the mother of invention, pain (in the form of unsatisfactory conditions) is. Oh, there I go philosphising again. Excuse me while I take a break...
Words are amazing, aren't they?! Words can convey so much and yet be without meaning at times. They melt, they mould, they set you on the path to creation and destruction. I heard this somewhere, "A flood of words contain but a drop of reason". And when you're faced with a flood, it's best to turn into steel. I really like this one.