What’s the hardest word in the dictionary?
I didn’t quite catch that,
Perhaps because it wasn’t said,
Perhaps because it only made it to the tip of your tongue,
Or maybe because it stayed in your head,
Before being dissolved by empty sayings and excuses.
“we all make mistakes”
It can be a handy catchphrase,
Something we grab a hold of; a tool,
To help chip away the coarse flakes of shame that have gathered,
And covered our faces,
A phrase to waft away the smell of our own faeces,
Contaminating the air of our own perceived greatness,
A phrase to remind our unfortunate victim,
Just in case they forgot,
That we’re not the only one who stinks.
There’s a thin glass bottle that sits snugly between our lungs,
It holds the fragile ego in all its complexity,
“sorry” is the light hammer that gently taps against it,
And occasionally shatters it.