I remind myself day after day.
But, the vile words slither off my tongue at each sign of provocation.
It’s like my more primal instinct kicks in, and I scream..
: YOU WILL NOT: disrespect ME in that way.
Before I know it I am gasping to suck the words back in my mouth.
My eyes scream desperation for help.
I have done it again.
That bridge is now demolished.
And I am left with nothing but my slithering tongue.
and my pain.
My pain for knowing my sharp tongue is the self-destruction I bring on myself.
It is my curse.
It is my curse that I recognize, but cannot correct.
It could simply be cured if I were only to encounter respect.