I'll Be Sorry Later

I'll be sorry later.
I know I will.
Words are a double-edged sword
And every blow I land
Hits me as well.

But crying and worry do not
Foster common sense.

I am even a bit sorry now
And I won't respond
Because God's knocking
And reminding me
That biting words bite back.

So I won't respond for awhile.
This wound-up spring
Set taunt last night
Will have to wait
As I retreat to Psalms.