Words

This is a hindsight poem. Only the future reveals the mistakes we have made. Sometimes we look behind and see unintended damage has been done. A poet's moods may carry him to uncertain heights but does poetic liciense allow for unintentional hurt? While every poem is subject to the interpreter's view of it, the poet must also carry the burden of unintentional hurts caused by his words. Here is my poem of reflection and a wish that my words may be able to edify rather than hurt...to build rather than break!

The rear view mirror

reflects...

the shreds and pieces

left by words

rampant, thoughtless,

hurtful!

Choking, I pray

for words

of love instead

of hate....

those that nurture

and let bloom

trust and hope,

bring joy and healing,
and change tears to smiles!

In between...

those words and these,

are our choices

once again.

For it is we

who are free

to choose...

the weight
and then consequences
of every word

that we get to use!