One Word.

Am I to walk the world unforgiven.

 

That word - that one cruel word.

It held no place within my head

Still unbidden, it flew from my lips,

Regretted before the next breath.

Unintentionally said - but bitterly heard.

 

One small word,

You hold it close, the cut went deep,

And the years can't heal the hurt.

No amends I make, for that mistake

Or contrite tears I weep,

Will give you back to me.

 

My daughter, one word.

I am so sorry.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Beware the traitor within your words.

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cevance's picture

Tears at the soul.

Tears at the soul.

sweetwater's picture

I knew the second the words

I knew the second the words were out, I'd never be forgiven, but I have always hoped for a little understanding, guess I'll have to go on hoping. X

nightlight1220's picture

Saying sorry is a courtesy. I

Saying sorry is a courtesy. I don't bother when dealing with people whose minds are already made up that they carry no blame. Relationships takes two people. But some seem to be everlastingly "in their own little worlds". You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make them drink....such "sweetwater"....;-) Great peace.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, you're very kind,

Thank you, you're very kind, Perhaps my dirty linen will be washed clean one day. :-) X

48daniel's picture

WOW! that is sooooo deep! I

WOW! that is sooooo deep! I really really like this one. Probly one of the better of your works honestly

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, kind of airing

Thank you, kind of airing one's dirty linen in public though! Although if this is one of my better ones, heavens the rest must be rubbish :-/ lol X

nightlight1220's picture

There is no harm in being

There is no harm in being clean...think of the funk in some people's closets...;-)


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "