My Careless Words

I opened the top drawer of my mind and carelessly took out some words. I threw them about with little thought of where or on whom they might land. Many bounced when they hit becoming scattered and lost; Some stuck like burrs holding fast where they fell; A few jabbed like barbs causing prickling and itching; One flew straight as an arrow into the heart of a friend. But I was amused at myself and filled with conceit, there in the midst of an admiring crowd. Caught up in the wonder and pride of it all I gave no thought to the missiles I'd fired. But wait, the crowd grew quiet, and suddenly I knew something was wrong! They were all looking at me with disbelief and fear; then the circle parted and I gazed on a terrible scene. My words had become visible, each ugly one of them, glinting and mocking me everywhere I looked. I ran from the crowd, from their jeering delight thinking only one thing, disappear, disappear. It was then I saw my friend. Fighting for breath and losing the fight; impaled and dying on my careless word. I cried, "Oh my dear God. Please, what have I done!" And I ran to my friend saying, "please, please hold on." Then I opened the bottom drawer of my mind and carefully, so carefully took out some words. I carried them to my friend and gently held them out hoping, praying that they would be enough. My friend lived that day, no thanks to me, and forgave me for my awful deed. But oh what I'd give if I could recall that word and the pain that it brought. To you who, like I, have been careless in your talk, take care what you say, set a watch on your tongue. Else you too some day will see effects you never meant from words you can't get back, ever. Submitted 5 Sept 16