I thought I was so clever.
Taking such care to identify
Any deadly flora before entering
Your garden.
Still,
Enamored by the roses
I endured the bloodlust of
Your thorns.
The scars live in me today.
I thought I was so clever.
Taking such care to identify
Any deadly flora before entering
Your garden.
Still,
Enamored by the roses
I endured the bloodlust of
Your thorns.
The scars live in me today.
Hold your words quietly,
Peacefully
In your mouth
Before
Putting breath
Into them.
It is better to let
The thorny ones
Dissolve on your
Tongue,
In silence.
No matter how painful it may seem for you
To contain them.
Thorny words grow into uncontrollable Monsters once released
Wreaking havoc on hearts and souls.
Poking holes in hope.
Creating stones and
Destroying peace.
Weigh your words wisely.