the unsent letter
a warrior armed with raw feeling
striking without thought
where a diplomat may be kneeling
no battles need to be fought
bearing a truth
those absolutes need crossing out
refined with a quiet ‘perhaps’
because all truth contains an element of doubt
with their wordy traps
better left to time
let the hand hover and pause
momentum is difficult to halt
the desire to retract one’s claws
gets framed as being one’s fault
Shared with Poetic Bloomings #573 – spirit
