Words can butcher

When you hurl words you thought could help,
It butchers instead
All the might he had mustered painstakingly.
And what was left of this man?
When what had been spared
Were merely
Remnants of his face…
And in his wretched state,
He laboriously props himself up…
Dusts of himself,
And takes tentative but determined steps…
Before soaring to flight