Broken Oaths

It is relentlessly our intent To do the right thing. Why then do we relent— A bird with broken wing? We make earnest pledges Vowing to fly higher. But they fray at the edges— Caught in self-made mire. We would strive to be A friend of welcoming ways. Except they quickly flee— Gliding through wasted days. We pray for a resolution To these earth-bound misses. But we forestall a solution— Opting for self-inflicted hisses.