“A broken bone can heal,
but the wound a word opens can fester forever.”
~ Jessamyn West
A broken bone doesn’t always heal. And that injury might cause you to forever favor whatever limb you broke. But the childhood saying about sticks and stones is true. Sorta. Words do things physical damage cannot. Words hurt. Words make it so you can’t even figure out what words are in your head. Like right now, I can’t figure out what I’m trying to say because the first thing I thought of when I read the quote was “oh, bullying, right.”
Writers recognize the power of words. Good words, bad words, insufficient – immature – words. Children do too. And victims. Anyone who’s been called a name that stuck them like – like you might stick a balloon with a pin to pop it. So, that means, everyone knows. But not everyone admits it. Not everyone wants to admit they’ve been hurt by words since sometimes it’s just so silly. Or sissy. Or wussy. Where was I? Oh yea, it’s so easy to hurt another with so few words. So easy to cause wounds. But wounds can be healed too.
Words are tricky. I think I’m just going around in circles so as to continue writing. Words can make you talk in circles – if you don’t think the other person is listening, or understanding, or caring. Words are thoughts, names, injuries, promises, oaths, wishes, wants, places, objects, ultimatums, lies, truths, or echoes.