Life is Full of Words

Life is full of words.
We chew them up and spit them out;
Sometimes without a clue or doubt.

Regret then lingers in the air as you wish to have an eraser there.
But once those words have come to life; you can’t erase them from the air.
Broken Hearts may come from truth.
Broken Bridges have burned from youth.

Yet all you can do is forge ahead.
Perhaps think before the thoughts are said.
For wounded soldiers of truth or lies;
Bring loss of trust and tears to eyes.

So now the question that remains;
With bitter truth who really gains?
Should some words stay upon the chest?
Live deep within the pocket vest?

Or should we spill the beans of life
And watch the bridges burn with strife?
I hear it’s best to get it out,
but bridges burned have brought the shout.
I cannot take the words I said,
And shove them back inside my head.

I walk away with truth in hand.
Words I spoke have turned to sand.
Some forgive and some forget.
But words I spoke I shall regret.

For they were mine until I told.
Now all the soldiers have grown old.
They walk with canes and bitter tears.
For loss they felt throughout the years.

My soldiers know the give and take.
For broken hearts cannot live fake.
Soon bridges of bitter past will burn.
Looking back perhaps I will learn.

But truth is mine and here it’s told.
And this lone soldier has grown old.
I won’t fight another war with words.
My heart has flown away with birds.

Goodbye to you that I loved best.
Now closed I’ll be for all the rest.