Be cautious with words

I confided something to a friend, and, then, I wished I hadn’t said what I said. I was reminded of the poem “Words” by Syliva Plath.

Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.

–Joy

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