Hi and welcome! ^_^ One of my hobbies is poetry, though usually it's only one of reading it from time to time. I do however on occasion actually write some short little poems. So I thought I'd create a world for stuff that I write. Comments are most certainly welcome and if you do critique, all I ask is that you remember this is a hobby. It is something I do because I enjoy it, not because I am working to become a serious writer. ^_~
It took me a little longer to get the writing prompt done this time. >_> My mind kept going blank. Anyway, I did think of something, it is a little personal though since this is based on something that really happened a few years ago. Those words are still burned into my mind. The bit about being honest comes from when I asked her why she said it. Her response was: I was just being honest.
Careless Remark
Sometimes we think nothing of what we say, holding fast to the idea that it’s better to be honest. But what we are really doing is fooling ourselves in the name of apparent honesty. Uttering words that are often mean and spiteful behind someone’s back. I often wonder what motivates someone to say hurtful things without bothering to find out if they are true or not. I also wonder how it seems so easy to think negatively about someone instead of seeing the positive.
But what I really know more than anything is how much those words hurt. I was not meant to hear them, but I can’t change the fact that I did. I thought I knew my own mother. I didn’t want to believe that she would say such things about me. The actual words themselves weren’t that terrible, it was that she actually thought so little of my mind and my spirituality. She did not believe that I possessed the ability to have deep and meaningful thoughts or understandings of the subjects we studied at church.
I no longer remember what it was that I expressed my opinion on. I only remember hearing her tell her friend that I only sounded meaningful because I read lots of books. I was reduced to a mindless parrot in her eyes and portrayed as such to her friends. She gave no thought to the hurt behind those words, to how she belittled me. She seemed to give no thought or care to the harm in labeling her own daughter in such a manner.
It was only five little words, they seemed so harmless. The phrase spoken when her friend told her that her daughter had a wonderful way of expressing herself. The cold response she gave: that’s only because she reads. I wish people would think about what they say or about what they consider honesty. You never know just who will hear what you say.
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