Six Wounds in Six Seconds

If words can be a weapon and a bandage both Forgiving and transgressing with a little flick Yelling and whispering complements and jeers On this I then wonder why they need not a leash Under no control they inflict such wounds Caring not because they have a will besides your own And yet we do not stop talking idly Nor do we slow and pause before each word Nor have a way to predict the outcome Only that we know they may not come out how we expect Tis frightening I think to wield such deadly power Behaving as we choose and saying what we will Every time we speak it may be our, or another’s, undoing Have we not enough will to control such a force Adding to our crimes murder by means of vocabulary Venture we not to slay this mythical beast Each tongue a violent tool left unchecked Perhaps there is no way to cage the beast Reconciliation with it and others an impossible goal Or do we simply need to try a bit harder Preparing each sentence and syllable with greatest care Each time we trip over our tongues we are wounded by them Rightly I can’t say why we let them run so loose Lacking any understanding of the risk Yet even I a common criminal by this sword Hears the each heart that I rip Often I wish time could rewind and undo my misdeed When will I learn to guard my words before I speak Could ever such a case as this be avoided by thought A brief pause before speaking to order the words right Never to slice another soul for lack of watching There may be a way to learn such a feat Having had some minor success thus far Each time I try it becomes a little easier Caring can be a burden at times However I believe I’m better for it Under these circumstances maybe I’ll be forgiven of past crimes Rarely is forgiveness given easily Chances are not often given a second time around How are we supposed to coral our words Each time we speak the words flow out so quickly X-ing or chances for redemption Preparing only helps you out so much Especially because in the moment we tend to forget Count each second it takes for you to break a heart accidently To be honest it takes very few You’ll often find you are oblivious to what causes injury Our hurts are not the same as anyone else’s Under the false thought of we hurt the same many wounds are inflicted Regardless of the heart’s maybe good intention Fairness is not how words function After all we don’t all talk the same This is what leads to the illusion that causes easy mistakes Hear me as I speak these words to you Every idle phrase can carry poison Remember good intentions do not provide an excuse That will mend broken hearts from your misconceptions Only you can be blamed for your vocal chords Leaving no doubt that they too are blamed for theirs Each of us must fight this fight on our own And no kindness or harshness can change that Daily we must battle our rebellious words That way they cannot harm us Healing takes time from these invisible wounds Each one last years pass their speaking Make sure to not be your own tongue’s fool