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.

Be Brave

When words are flowing,

Do not stop them,

But think before you say,

For some words lurk there, waiting, hoping,

For a chance to run away.

When life is hard,

Stay and face it,

But know what you can be,

For when the silver lining shines,

will you be there to see?

When people laugh at you,

Do not hide,

But stand up brave and tall,

For those who face humiliation,

Are the bravest ones of all.

If people press you to do something,

That you don't want to,

And they will know,

Be brave for standing up to them,

It's your choice whether to go.

So say your thoughts, but carefully place your words.

Do not run from hard tasks when they're at hand,

Rather, face the people laughing at your mistakes,

Instead of following others, take your own stand.

Copyright September 22, 2014, by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.