There are so many things I've said and done
And many more I've never....
I should not have crossed that bridge that spans
The raging, angry river
What can be done to cool one's pride?
Ten brittle digits standing in a line
Should we not count.... and bide our time
And wait until we have calmed the mind?
When words build up as raging storms
Unleashing blame, creating pain
When we open up a can of worms
Such a heavy weight can't be erased
Perhaps her deeds were seeds of sadness
If I had seen beyond the cloud
If I had smiled, expressed a kindness
Would the hiss of silence be so loud?
If angry words would leisurely fall
Quietly into submission to the ground
Smoothing the edges, sharp and tall
Until the landing makes no sound
I wish my words had been like pebbles
Lying in a quiet pool
Where flowing waters smooth and cool
Until the pain they caused would make no sound
For if I had waited, taken on another guise
And looked upon who has offended
Bridged the span and been more wise
Crossed the bridge where hurt is mended
Perhaps our friendship would not have ended