If I could tame my tongue,
coil it back up
put it back in the basket,
snap my flute,
and chuck the basket in the river,
I would.
If I could rewind every time
I threw a barbed dart,
or struck out with my hands,
If I could repair the bruised facade
of every temple I have marred
in my misguided wrath,
and make whole every soul
I have carelessly ripped apart,
I would.
If I could recant every callous oath,
If I could retract every snide rant,
If I could heal every wound
and soothe every mind
I have ruthlessly injured,
time after time,
I would...
But, I cant, so I will have to settle
for saying I am sorry,
and hope for your forgiveness.