Wishing well

I wish my words were more than empty letters that come together to make a name for themselves and finds an intellectual human being to give them a definition.
 I wish my words could have more value than Webster or his sister Mariam that when used correctly could provide more than just an honorarium.
I wish my words could do more than paint a picture for you to expand your imagination and think far past forbidden nature.I wish my words meant something.
I wish my words could strum the strings of your heart and go deeper than a prime minister trained to dig deep into your soul to get you to surrender.
I wish that with each pluck on the strings of your heart you could hear the saxophone, the trumpet, and the chords of the piano singing to the beat of the drum… If I could take back everything iv’e done I would.
I wish my words meant something.
I wish that with my words I could dig deep far past your carapace, deeper than your morale and to the depth of your vivacity to pull back those broken memories that vividly set in permanency because of me.
I wish my words were like a chastity belt for you to hold close, deep, or to bind it about your neck like the scripture says in proverbs 3.
I wish my words could mend the broken pieces on the cracked ground of your fractured dreams that were shattered at the sight of me.  Being the one who could change everything I left it in an instant because something more important at the time in the world was truly calling me.
I wish the word forgiveness meant to forget, overlook, get over, reprieve, not internalize, not hold on to vivid memory of, exonerate. Oh wait check the definition, it does.
Don’t deny me, I wish that you would reconcile me I understand that the damage is done.
It hurts my heart to see yours leaking internally, I wish that you only knew that your forgiveness is not for me.
See it’s you with the broken spirit looking through the glass of the relentless, and though i’m suffering it’s not enough to push you to the limit.
I pray that before I succumb you listen to the beat of the drum, and maybe one day my words will mean something.
-Journey Anonymous