you moved me with compassion more than
you fueled me with
anger I could have
easily stooped to your
level but I detected
that you were coming
from a hurt place
I couldn't bring myself
to stoop that low
I had to tell myself to
"let go" of the thought
of lashing out at you
I had to calm down
and lower the piece
I had aimed at you
pry my angry clutched
finger off the trigger
"I aimed to kill you"
something told me
not too "he got issues
you got issues too
wounding him not
gone help the wound
in you" can't retract
once you shoot
can't call the bullet
back I thought
long and hard about
that it only takes a
minute to change
the trajectory of one's life