Too Precious

Maybe I was too precious.

Maybe I should have had a thicker skin.

That way I wouldn’t have let the hurt in.

But then I wouldn’t have had that poem.

The equation holds.

Sometimes the best poems come from the deepest hurts.

But maybe I could have tried forgiveness too.

Chelsea spotted it in her comment.

‘Ha! Often that rail has a broken line’.

Maybe I had offended him. I’m not dim

But I am slow.

I should be building bridges. Not walls.

But then I would have had a different poem.

A more upbeat one.

I will try/