What if we didn’t swallow pride,
What if we spit it out instead? Semantics. Well, yes: How we speak reflects and affects our hearts, How we see and understand ourselves, So what if we didn’t swallow back This jaundiced bile tinged with specs of black, Allowing it to settle again into our system To boil up again when set off — What if we spit it out into the sink, Saw it for its ugliness, and then chose To let it be washed down the drain? I wonder if we would be softer If we protected our insides from cycles of pain, And chose instead the tenderness of humility? Comments are closed.
|
AuthorI write to process. I write to explore. I write with the hope of sharing truth greater than my own. Archives
February 2022
Categories |