Consider This

Consider this my due apology For what I said, for all the words I spoke. I was so lost, and silence was the key, Though I knew not, and though the silence broke My spirit, shattered there, but then I woke To find the words I should have longed to say. There’s no point now. I know I am a joke To all who know what there transpired that day. Though all my hard work vanished in that storm, Not knowing that the cost was way too high I charged ahead, my countenance changed form As then I found my hard work doomed to die, As either way they punished me, I’d fry For all the words my shaking voice did say. That said, was lost my agonizing cry Because of what transpired there that day. My cry was lost, my words fell on deaf ears, Save for the few who knew that in my mind This is not always how it first appears, But if they would look deeper, they might find That I’m not horrible. I’m mostly kind, Though every now and then the words I say Are spoken without thought. So I charged blind And that is why it happened there that way. They read the charges then, and they struck home, The worst day of my life - at least so far - I almost read right back to them a poem, Yet knowing that I wasn’t up to par, Knowing I no longer was their star, I held my tongue. How I wish I could say The things that I would do to raise the bar, Apologize for what transpired that day. Consider this long-winded narrative A cautionary lesson to the brave Whose courage pushes them the truth to give. I know when not to speak; the truth I gave. If only from my misdeeds I could save Myself, now, there’s no price I wouldn’t pay But now there’s nothing more than this I crave: To learn from what transpired there that day.