I looked at my words
And wondered
If I should be sorry, because the things
I have said
May have broken down your wall
Or placed a crack
On your glass mirror.
It's as if my hands
Were like wooden hammers
Pounding on you
With sarcasm and hatred
And you were left into
The air, flying
Like dust.
But
The thing of it is
Each word that I typed
Felt so real
At that moment.
Maybe, perhaps, unknowingly
You have insulted my walls
And smeared on my glass.
And maybe did some other things
To make me so angry.
I'm sorry for breaking
Your wall
And for placing
A crack on your
Glass self
But I am not sorry
To write all those
Words, because they were so real
To me at that
Moment
And that moment
Existed
And I can never
Take it back.
My Letter of Apology © 2014 Caris Cruz
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