It's not that I can't
It's that I won't
Words you can recant
But wounds and throes
They leave behind scars
Though the stings fade
They can seal up hearts
Against trust made
Over years of love
Just mere seconds
When push becomes shove
Do severance
If used like bullets
Trigger happy
Defensive mindsets
Pulitzer-worthy
Comebacks and bon mots
Aren't worth damage
To another's soul
That old adage
Says words are easy
And quick to fly
But then endlessly
Their echoes cry
So I remember
When my words brew
That what I utter
I can't undo
So keep this in mind
Not every word
Needs to be so kind
But if it's heard
Will it pacify?
Will it disarm?
Will it rectify
Or will it harm?
If I am to speak
Let it be strong
And let it be meek
Even if wrong
I don't want my voice
To create cuts
That scar and destroy
My love and trust
So plenty of words
Inside are stowed
It's not that I can't
It's that I won't
About the Creator
Bethany Larson
Writing when I feel like it


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