Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.

We have all heard this cute little nursery rhyme. It’s told to children to keep them from getting upset when mean things are said to, or about them. As a child this is all you need to get through the day. Those little things that are said, “Your pigtails are crooked,” “You say spaghetti funny,” “You’re coloring wrong.” Those are hurtful, yes, but when you recite that familiar rhyme it doesn’t seem quite so bad. You brush it off and keep coloring however your little heart desires!

When you get older, that quote just doesn’t have as much impact as it used to. You can’t seem to shake hard enough for those words to go away. And it doesn’t help that those words aren’t just about colors or spaghetti or pigtails. They’re worse. They are how you’re gay, or fat, or ugly. They hit you a little bit harder than before, and tend to stay for a while long.

Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me.

This is a lie! Words can pierce your esteem like bullets of shattering glass. They can tear open your freshly healed wounds. They can suck the oxygen right out of the air. Words may not break your bones, but they have enough power to break everything else.

How do you come back from the hard blow of words? How do you live on when everything is broken? It’s a trick question because you don’t “come back” you move on. There is no back involved. All going back will do, is remind you of the pain, when what you need to do is make more happy. Also, you can’t live on when everything is broken, but everything is not broken. It may be the smallest ray of light, but it’s there, sometimes hidden deep within. You need to take that ray and use it to keep going forward.

We go through life gathering these sticks and stones and hoarding them in our subconscious, when what we should be doing is taking them and making a fire. Not a vengeful fire, but the fire that fuels your desire to move forward, your desire to do what you dream. Once that fire is built, those words that try to bring you down will look like a house cats compared to the king (or queen) of the jungle you are.

Sticks and Stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me.

This may seem like a simple nursery rhyme, but when you grow up it’s much more than that. It’s a reminder. When you hear, or say, or even think it, it reminds you of simpler times and how they weren’t really simple at the time. It reminds you that if you could get through that, then you can get through this. You make a fire out of those sticks and stones and you show those words that they ain’t got nothin on you.

Sticks and Stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me!!