Arrows of Words

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

It is not what they say that weakens me so,

It is what they say that I may believe or what may cause me to doubt.

If I know with certainty what they say is untrue

Then they can sing it through the hills

For all their words will only be stolen away by the wind.

As long as I know,

I will not be shaken.

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