Month: March 2024

Why do the words

“I’m wrong” and “I’m sorry”

weigh so heavy o

n the tongues of so many?

As if the mere admittance of failure

might tear a person’s soul asunder

or leave them empty

with nothing to hold onto

Speaking from experience

we are human and we err

probably far more often

than even the most humble

would feel comfortable admitting

Remember the old sayings

about erring and forgiving

the truth in those words we were passed down

and maybe we might find ourselves

lighter on our paths

if we let the words pass from our lips

Let them take away the burdens

of our darker moments

all that we should cling to

are the lessons learned in making,

not the mistakes themselves

I think I failed us both that day

I couldn’t give you what you asked

and sent us down the seperate roads

we’ve traveled ever since

All this rocky ground we’ve covered

I could’ve helped us both avoid

or at the very least provided

a little bit of guidance

had I had the foresight of

the consequences of my choices

It’s far too late to turn back now

no rewinding to that moment

but if I might provide the helping

hand you need to carry through

an offering to offset the trouble

we set in motion

with my words so long ago

Let’s cast aside all pretense here

I’m first in line to admit fault

and this one is a doozy of

the highest order and import

I lose myself to imagination

phantom possibilities

I chase with such veracity

all to crash and burn again

throw myself into the fire

attempting to smother flames

we surely could just walk around

self-sacrifice so far beyond

any explanation

either reasonable or otherwise

I play the role of martyr even

in the acts where none is needed

and never seem to understrand

why the scars of my stupidity

can never heal or disappear

I bleed myself repeatedly

for nothing more than easy vision

of the dark red footsteps as

the other person turns away

what else would a sane person do

when someone cuts in front of them

with no other purpose than

to fall right at their feet?

Soaked in sanguine self-importance

lying about all the reasons

slowing dying in the embers

of emotions only I will ever know

the pointless, empty, broken victim

of my own incompetence