(Ms. Simone.  What else is there to say?)

I’m just a soul whose intentions are good…

Nothing hurts me more than the thud from falling short of perfect.
Though life frequently reminds me how human I am,
Questions mark the end of the sentence of my mortality.

Has there been anyone who lived that never hurt someone else?
I hang onto the idea that selfishness can be curtailed.
I never want to be comfortable with the fact that I’m not done hurting people.
That I’ll consciously choose to do so.
How good are my intentions if it’s inevitable I’ll intentionally damage another’s spirit?

Apologies have never softened any spoken blow
They don’t sterilize the mutilated flesh
But I promise
To do my best to never have my soul misconstrued.