that's the way to do it
blessed never broken
bone just bruised
contusions
seeping wounds of
heart
mind
soul
spirit
tears never heal
fester still, but no
no broken bones
from the
happiest
days
of my
life
still no sticks
nor stones just
kitchen tears coerced
driven to gates
where
words
did
n't
hurt
me
15th October 2018 prompted by https://www.amaryllispoetry.co.uk/2018/10/a-poem-by-ron-riekki.html