Is It Worth It To Hear My Own Voice?

mark-lecuona Poems

I know how I want to be I ask a question, state an opinion And I find how it is that you want to be Are we healing our regrets? Or preparing to be judged by them? I’m not the same, yet I am If I feel that I’ve hurt you I stop what I’m doing Knowing I went too far An opinion is a sword And I weep over it Maybe I should stop What is accomplished by a provocation? You react and was it like drinking coffee Or was your soul under attack? But for me it’s the way Am I trying to cast a spell over my heart To convince it how to change its course To slow down as time has reversed its wake Pushing me to the end Am I a coward Unwilling to risk our friendship Over some words instead of a hug You don’t have to challenge me I hear you already I make free choices everyday I am old enough to know better But the force of a scream Is alive and it’s bigger than I am If I cannot defeat it Then what I am will defeat me