Words......

There are days like today where I wish that the permanent ink
We write life in (the moments that pass, the words we say)
Were really inscribed in pencil and could be erased
With the change of our hearts
(It never works that way)
Instead angry red paint splashes
(Speaks) for me what I wish I wouldn't say
(So much for self restraint) - 2008 Copyright Adrienne Goetz

Today was an angry red paint day. I am so sorry my friend. I should think more closely about the words that I say and how I say them. It was never my intention to hurt you. Oh that my mouth had a rudder that was my logic instead of my emotions. I didn't mean the words I said. It was an example, but somehow I find I need to open my mouth, insert both my feet and chew very vigorously. I'm sorry. I hurt you so deeply. I watched the warmth of your eyes seep into a cold anger that I placed there. I was so wrong and I should have thought out what I said. I'm sorry, so sorry.

Words, such powerful things, little things that can do so much damage.