I remember my grandma used to sit down and talk quietly with us when we did something we shouldn’t have. She’d explain how our actions hurt someone else, how it made them feel and asked how we would feel if it was done to us. She wanted to be sure we understood the repercussions of our actions, no automatic apology was expected. She knew we needed to feel it for it to really matter. I don’t think a lot of people take the time to do that these days. It’s just a reflexive “say you’re sorry” to the child without explanation. Doesn’t mean much that way. And then it perpetuates longevity for the behavior. This is a solid “got away from me ” piece

Terrific write Fia.

Sorry is only one of the many words that leave our lips without any real truth or understanding.

good observational write. Well described. It is worth saving and recalling this write, for others too. A mantra to be wary of false words, including apologies.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Another excellent musing my friend. Amazing observation as always. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

You had a full poem and you broke it up to have omitted pieces. Interesting concept

An ocean that no one would dare to sail. An ocean of my own tears. Well that is something. I like this;))

What a beautiful concept. It’s funny how often we sink under the weight of our pain. To think of tears as an ocean of our own making and subject to our own belief is beautiful

Beautifully penned, Brandon. I concur with Fia and Willow. Another excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian