Circumstance

It doesn’t matter what I say We have filters…misconstrue our way I choose my words carefully You hear your echoes, not from me Reverberating back From your excess, not my lack I did my best to use tact It doesn’t matter what I say

It doesn’t matter what I say Past wounds breathe, take breath away Were you five, the pain survives Kept in your room, seething thrives Waiting for the perfect chance An awful day, a circumstance Bitterness claims it's stance It doesn’t matter what I say

It matters what I say If I care and humbly pray But for Your Grace, there go I I too have filters, echoes…Why? I lack perfection, I crave insight Yearn for protection, abhor the slight I wish I would, I hope I might It matters what You say As I forgive you, forgive me And this is what I pray.

Words and Art PatsyP. 2016