My Words (a poem)

A man, painted silver with splashes of red, lies on a red velvet blanket. His left hand presses a soft, plush red velvet heart, with pearled golden trim, against his chest.

Thoughtless words can often hurt
and even bring a tear
to the eye of one we love
a heart that we hold dear

I found myself holding on
to words said by another
something said with no intent
but cutting deeply still

It hit upon a weakness
a failing clearly seen
A part I wish that I could say
was not a problem for me

My words are back to haunt me
with a message crystal clear
Their resolve it seems undaunted
as they come to find me here

So I ask my own forgiveness
for hurtful things I’ve done
But it’s easier to let them go
when I’m not the guilty one

 



~ elr

 


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