If I could empty the contents of my soul
show you the pieces of my heart
You would see how tiny a flaw
led to the scar I gave you.
If you were to look at all the good
the gems of my character,
the best of my passions,
you might be inclined to forgive.
but I know
How much I hurt you
How wounded you are
I know
No matter how great the good
It was the flaw that led me
and made me small.
If I could empty the contents of my soul
show you the pieces of my heart
I would want you to see the sorrow,
the shadow that I’ve made.
I would want you to know
I’m so much more than ashamed,
more than contrite,
guilty,
or humbled,
I am above all else,
sorry.
This is beautifully written but it makes me sad. Hope everything is okay.
All is well. I was actually thinking about someone else and the person who had hurt them. Wondering what it would take to feel that they meant, “I’m sorry.” It’s way too easy to say.
Oh how many miserable arguments this would save in any given marriage, not to mention friendship. Pride is indeed a cold bedfellow. Good thought, Mary! Love you!
Beautiful expression of sincerity.