Wounds That Stay Poem by Shuaib Saifi

A few soft words of love and sympathy,
Can heal the heart and calm a stormy sea.
They soothe the rising tides within the chest,
Sink into the soul to give it rest.

Words of malice, born of cold neglect,
Are arrows striking where we least expect.
They leave no shallow, passing smart,
Drive their iron deep into the heart.

Let your words be gentle, kind and true,
Let healing live in all you say and do.
Some wounds fade, some never mend,
They stay with us, until the very end.