To My Words (Poem)

wait before you leave, do not fly when bidden

do you have sharp edges that would cut

we bleed all too freely but unawares

do you have harsh tones that would bruise

we walk already wounded but numb

consult first the heart,therein wisdom and compassion

let these shape and temper whatever message you bear

even to find you stay contained within

letting kind receptive silence go in your stead

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