Words - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

With so many sounds,
so many words, I covered the wounds,
but grief, longing would always permeate,
oozing out with each heartbeat.

I diligently dressed
the wounds over and over again
till I thought grief, longing were growing less,
that soon the pain would finally be gone

only to find some truth that was perhaps real:
that words were the wounds
I had always been trying to heal.