GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 142

a being with a heart and soul that bleeds when pain is inflected i regret the words sent like an arrow from my bow wish i could recall them one by one and crush them into the dust or burn them in the fires of remorse i lament my unkindness, you call it rudeness it grieves me and like a cloak it covers me with shame it smothers my being and i feel deep repentance if you will let me soften the pain with words and words are all i have 142