The malice I uttered in the “trenchant” words I spoke weren’t received and damn if they didn’t turn around and boomerang to me

So when my intentions aren’t grounded in love and care the fruits of my “trenchant” words are disillusion and fear

The evil in my words dissipate when I am willing to face my behavior and see if it meets the requirements of speaking them.

– necessary
– kind
— clear
(Words softly spoken are heard)

Ttucro