
Poetry: Healing
Out of the Sandbox January 20, 2018By Kayla Cantrell
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Except yours
You folded me like origami
Molding me to whatever you liked
I was chained to the floors
Shackled to the ceilings
Yet I thought I could never live without you
Your words
Your words were my nightmares
They were never ending
I remember
The first fold you ever made
apparently it was a mistake
You crumbled me up
And tossed me away
I was the wall you leaned on
The road you skipped on
A piece of property you exposed
I was trapped in your shadows
With nothing but thoughts
Consumed with words of ridicule
Your words hit me like broken branches
Bruising every inch of my body
They never healed
Only forever memories
I still have a scar on my heart
Rendering any feeling I had left for you
The pain you caused
Forever imprinted on my skin
like Pinpricks of ink
telling a story
You said we’d be forever
But only the scars will stay with me
You said you loved me
But you only loved your words
It took years to unfold myself
And I’m still ironing out the wrinkle’s