Only A Mistake
What quantifies a mistake
Is it an oops?
Because the surely
Oops the knife slipped would then be
A mistake and not a suicide.
Is it simply a feeling if guilt?
The feeling after breaking someone's heart into pieces
For the use of your own selfish gain
Does that make it nothing more than
A timeless mistake that is
As easily forgotten as embellished.
We are told to learn from our mistakes.
But when we do not know
This seemingly forgivable enemy
How do we know where to draw battle lines.
Surely a mistake is simply a social faux pas
I hear you cry
Or a colour outside the lines
Of a preschoolers happy home.
But what if that social faux pas
Displays an inner pain and hurt.
Is that a mistake to forget and forgive.
And the squiggle outside the lines,
The mistake caused my a shaking hand of a child
Who has seen more at home
Than they would understand in a lifetime.
A happy home destroyed?
Is that really a mistake?
So next time you tell someone,
Forgive me it was a mistake.
Remind them that it was not murder
Or torture or a crime
But merely to you slowly stripping away
Their sense of being and hope
All in the name of one foolish error.