TRUE GRIT

They said I had to have “True Grit” to live with you

And I found that it was true.

Your words are often like a knife

without thoughts and causes strife.

The old ones said that “sticks and stones

Might break my bones but words will never hurt me.

How wrong they were. The pain words spur.

My brain is often like a blur.

I am puzzled why you do not try

to make me smile instead of cry.

I try to tell you - hoping you will see

Your judging words will make me flee.

But you don’t talk. It’s like a block.

And when you speak my soul you knock.

The more you judge and keep a grudge.

I die inside and feelings hide.

Vibeke Lindhardt

December 2013