Clantine's poem: A revision of Sondalor's poem

At one point in my books, Sondalor will tell his poem, and Clantine will refute that with a poem of her own.

Sondalor: Sticks and stones may break my bones,

Words leave scars that never heal,

Pictures tear your life apart,

And memories are made of steel.

Paper claws and fangs of ink,

Tear your heart and leave a hole,

Making nightmares from your dreams,

Emptying a hope-filled soul.

Where is there to find a place

From angry eyes and hateful words?

For though the blood may wash away,

The words can never be unheard.

Clantine: Sticks and stones may break your bones,

But words can heal the ugly scars,

Pictures remind us of hope,

And memories can take you far.

Paper herbs and shields of ink,

Boost you up when you are low,

Turning nightmares into dreams,

Bringing hope to empty souls.

Why hide yourself into the dark,

And take the blows that other give?

Though hateful words cannot be stopped,

Kind words remind us to live.

Copyright October 28, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.