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.
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