Did you ever feel
the edge of a knife
cutting into you
as someone welcomed you
to their house?
I know that feeling
As I once again go back
to my childhood memories
Growing fast
a preadolescent young boy
I was self conscious
about this obvious growth spurt
pushing me into husky size clothes
Although sweet and smiling
when spoken
the words,
“Well, you look like your pregnant!”
Had an edge I will never forget
cutting deep into my soul
Not meant to be abusive
there was no doubt
this cutting judgmental remark
drew blood
left a scar.
I am still wary of people
who smile too much
while saying something
less than welcoming.
Pain comes in many forms
The scars stay forever
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to consider Edges or Fringes in our poetry. Edges give an insite that goes beyond words into the life of the poet revealing what is beyond the words. I decided to use edges as the way a persons words speak beyond what they are saying.
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Those edges absolutely cut deep and leave scars for life…..the power of ” I didn’t mean anything….just kidding” words is so vastly underestimated. As is the power of kindness and compassion and gentleness. I vote for the latter.
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Thank you so much for your great comment. You can’t heal a verbal cut, by saying .oh I was just kidding… as you say it is a little to late then. Yes, I vote for kind compassionate words.
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I can totally relate, mine were “when you’re you gonna stop growing and gain some weight.” Like I had any control over either of these issues. Yes, they hurt, being a child you can’t tell them to FO 😁
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At the time we just sort of soak it in. Later when we recall wheat was actually said you realize the implications. Thank you for sharing. You were lucky… some of us heard when are you going to quit eating so much!!
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A very clever use of the prompt! Multidimensional. I like it! ❤
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Thank you Jan! I think all of us have experienced the cutting edge of people’s statements.
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Yeah. I received comments before as in literally same line as in your poem “are you preganant?”… hahaha. 😀 Yes, the scar.
Your poem reminds me to be tactful and to be gracious in my speech.
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Thank you very much for sharing your comment. Yes it is important to avoid those cutting edges and back door slams in our speech!
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You are welcome. I agree.
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The cutting edge feeling is resonant
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Thank you Saji! I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Hmmm can feel it friend!! Somewhere we all go through cutting edges from others!! Great poem😃💖💖💖
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Yes, we do and hopefully we come out the other side stronger and wiser. Thank you so much!
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These kinds of remarks can leave deep hurt. You sharing and writing is powerful.
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Thank you very much for your kind comments. They can be very hurtful when thrown out so casually.
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I agree♥️
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Dwight the photo you use is perfect for your poem. Backhanded comments are second nature to so many and they do it so casually they don’t understand how much it hurts the recipient. It takes its toll over time on the target. Thank you for your reminder to be sincere and transparent when communicating.
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Thank you Lisa! We really do need to watch what we say and how we say it. Life is hard enough without having those added into the mix. I enjoyed your prompt!
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You’re welcome and yes!
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Wow; embarrassment like that, indeed, stays with us forever. 😦
I’m sorry you experienced that, Dwight
-David
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Thank you David for your caring comment. I believe we grow up with a lot of those comments. They tend to shape our perspective and trust/ or lack of trust in others.
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Those comments are nasty and I guess we all never really know when we’re saying them to others. It starts to hurt when you’re on the recieving end.
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You are right. Sometimes it is only the receiver who ever really knows how they came across!
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you know the hurtful cliches well Dwight and that prickly plant echoes your words and thoughts!
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Thank you Kate, and beneath the prickles you see hidden the sharp thorns. Just like in real life.
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yes how awesomely disappointing!
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Those sharp edgy words. They definitely leave their marks. I like how this poem reminds us to use our words wisely. Thanks for sharing, Dwight.
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Thank you so much. Hopefully we well think before we just throw out those judgmental jibes.
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A young scar swells
Beyond the ringing doorbells
And those brittle eggshells
To become our prison cells
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Thank you for your reflective poem Ivor! Memories last a very long time, even though we think we have freed ourselves from the cells!
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Yes indeed 😏
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Ahh …., Dwight. How words like that would have hurt. I can only surmise that
people like this woman don’t really have love and warmth in their hearts.
What a cold life that would be.
The comment that long stuck with me was ; aren’t you growing very tall and skinny.
Yep, it made me feel insecure and it was delivered with these false smiles.
The answer is not to be different, but personally I like people who dare be what they are. Let us smile happily. 🤗.
Miriam
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Yes, we live above and beyond those incidents, and hope history does not repeat itself! Thank you so much Miriam!
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Words can be so cruel… even when unintended. Nicely penned! The thing that haunted me through my childhood was people thinking I was a boy… even when I had long hair. People say things and they forget them instantly and yet in the receiver they rankle and rankle. I wonder how many things I have said like that? It’s quite haunting to ponder.
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Thank you so much for your comment. Yes, words do cut, especially if there is a bit of truth to them. I am sure it is something we all need to consider.
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Ouch. Unfortunately, I have been guilty of making what I thought were innocent remarks that I later felt/learned were hurtful/harmful.
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A lesson for all of us to consider! Thanks Ron. I too have done the same!
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A much liked and respected schoolmaster once unfairly accused me of laziness when that was the last thing I was. That was mine
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Somehow we never seem to forget those moments!
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Indeed
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Ouch, that was painfully rude! We should not underestimate the cutting edge of words; better to keep them sheathed.
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Yes, it was. Thank you Lynn for you comment. I think many of us have family members who just say whatever comes to their head with out filtering it. Not a very good way to live.
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I’m sorry that happened to you. Even though not deliberately cruel, thoughtless words can harm just as much.
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Thank you Liz for your kind words. Yes, they can leave negative feelings that linger on.
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You’re welcome, Dwight.
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Absolutely wonderful 💖🌹
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Thank you … watch out for the thorns!
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You’re very welcome!
I shall! 😅
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I always fought the bullies in school.
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Good for you! Standing up for yourself takes a lot of courage!
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I stood up for others. Bullies weren’t stupid enough to mess with me.
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Relatable
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Thank you!
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The worst kind of hurt for the young and vulnerable are cutting words. So unfortunate because those hurtful words we carry forever. “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” – Maya Angelou
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This is so true! The feelings last a very long time. Thank you Eugenia.
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Most welcome!
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I’m so sorry, Dwight. I wish I could go back and give young Dwight a hug. Those cutting words do inflict a wound, even if the words are not meant to be hurtful. This was a powerful poem and reminder that words do matter.
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Thank you! A with most scars, time heals and they are barely there any longer. Just a faded memory. I appreciate your kind words.
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You’re welcome!
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If only we had the presence of mind, and courage, to call comments like that for what they are on the spot: cruel, insensitive, bullying.
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As an adult that would be the appropriate.
When you are twelve and the adult is someone you love, it is hard to do that. Thank you Misky.
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Very true.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come read this!!
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Thanks Chuck!
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Dwight!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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:>)
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That we carry such wounds from youth show how destructive mere “words” can be. Reminds me of James’s admonition about the tongue, and Jesus on what comes out of the mouth. Your poem itself a reminder to keep our “cutting edge” sheathed. Beautifully spoken.
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Very hard to tame the tongue indeed! Thank you for your thoughtful comment Dora. Words do matter!
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Words can certainly cut deep. We should always think first before we speak–easier said than done of course. (K)
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That is for sure! Thank you!
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I’m sorry you had to go through that, but this poem is wonderful!
‘Pain comes in many forms
The scars stay forever’… this line especially was so well written. Keep it up! 🙂
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Thank you Arshia for your kind comment!
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🙂
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I am sorry these words were spoken to you. It is extraordinary how certain words — negative as well as positive — can linger and linger… I agree with some of your commenters that “I was just joking” is a bogus defense. It is indeed very challenging to make sense out of “people/who smile too much/while saying something/less than welcoming…” Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
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It is a change we need to make in relating to others. Thank you Will for your great comments.
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I remember it took forever to start growing… I was the shortest guy in class until the summer when I was 15… but somehow I always expect people to call me short despite the fact that I am of average height.
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Sometimes we are our own worst enemy when it comes to self-esteem
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I was a pudgy child and often the butt of remarks meant in jest but cutting to the quick, some of which I will never forget. Needless to say, your poem touched me!
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Thank you Beverly! I can understand how that must have hurt deeply!
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It is true that the scars and words stays forever. When I was in middle school, my classmate often tease me about my big nose. All my life it did not bother me, but now I have become conscious about it.
Love this.
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Thank you for your comment!
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I could feel the cutting pain in this verse as those unkind words sliced into your soul. You achieved your goal..
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Thank you so much! I am glad you liked it.
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Hi Dwight, arthritic fingers making typing excruciating, but was here and read — good work!
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Thanks Rob… no problem! Hope you feel better soon.
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I so relate–the scars last a lifetime. Thanks for sharing this.
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Thank you so much! I am glad it connected with you!
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You’re most sincerely welcome–you wrote one of those “sad but true” deals.
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Yes, both sides of the coin here!
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Yep. Take good care of you.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 😉
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I also felt your pain as I read each line …. as a child I did not suffer … I have as an adult. That pain is forever.
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Thank you Helen for you caring kind words. You are right… it does stay with you!
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thank you for sharing this beautiful poem ❤️, it’s good to know that i’m not alone in my struggles and that the scars are proof that we overcame ✊
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The poem, Dwight, is beautiful, but this post made me angry! Why do some adults think they have a right to make personal remarks to children that they would never address to adults? How cruel! For that thoughtless person, probably long gone, the remark probably had little importance, but even today it hurts the one she said it to!
We should show respect to others, whatever their ages!
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Thank you Cheryl for your caring and compassionate comment! Yes long gone, but memories are the scars that remain, mostly healed over and often forgotten.
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The closing reminded me of Van Gogh’s last words “But the sadness will last forever’
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Thank you so much!
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A very relatable, honest and powerful post! Each line explains the pain these scars leave. 🍁
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Thank you Dishita for you kind affirmation!
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