I’m sorry is the hardest phrase
We are required to say
No faster than the need is raised
More words get in the way
When genuine, this uttered pledge
Can bring an end to grief
Yet, pride can often form a wedge
Between guilt and relief.

When we are wrong, regret alone
Becomes a nagging pain
And, soon, we know we must atone
For our time of disdain
While rueful words may prove to be
Too little or too late
Our inner soul will hear our plea
Regardless of our fate.

I’m sorry is the hardest phrase
Our lives will ever know
Yet, from each shameful moment weighs
The chance for us to grow
If we admit to our mistakes
When we are incorrect
We may prevent our deep heartaches
And earn others’ respect.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection