Word

I do believe I gave a word. A word to build. A word to bridge. But I never knew the acid that tipped my tongue.

Choose carefully, before you bind another promise in ink. Photo by camilo jimenez on Unsplash

Maybe the winds had no meaning,
the drops, no substance,
but I had given a word.

A word to bridge chasms of change,
and heal the bonds of trust,
but all it did was erect a wall of doubt.

My word, oh-so spineless and guile,
slithered a new hole in
the cracked, perforated wall.

A wall that can’t stand the winds,
not even the rains, 
and yet it stands, unmoving.