October 4, 2008
By Hope Tiffany, North Palm Beach, FL


believe me when I say,

in softly-spoken words
that lack prefatory thought,

I’m sorry.

insolence is a wall,

cold and cobbled,
that towers ominously

between false judgment and truth.

my rampant tongue,

like a wasp’s barb,
stings aimlessly and harmfully

wherever it pleases.

and these callous thoughts,

falling from my lips in bitter waves,
achieve nothing, express nothing

but selfishness.

my tongue and thoughts

build this wall high and sturdy,
shielding us from insight,

from what truly matters.

catch the sound of my guilty hands,

striving to tear the wall down,
destroying my scorn

and wrongdoings.

believe me when I say,

in softly-spoken words
that lack the wasp’s sting,

I’m sorry.

The author's comments:
No good comes from an uncontrolled tongue.

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on Oct. 8 2008 at 7:18 pm
It is a rare thing to be able to say that you are sorry. Your talent to express deep feelings is a treasure. You truly have something to teach the world.


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