Feathers in the Wind

In the 16th Century, a woman went to her Priest after spreading gossip about people in the town under the guise of truth. Her Priest told her for penance to take a bag of feathers to the bell tower and dump them out. Afterwards, he told her to pick them up. She was in shock! What! She knew she never could pick them all up. The Priest explained that the feathers represented her words that she could never get back. 

And so I wrote this Poem

As I watched the feathers fall,

The wind shifted and blew.

The soft sound of the bird call,

As every last one around me flew.

Thousand of feathers drifted away,

To pick them up! My voice did crack!

Impossible! It would take all day! 

That's when it hit me like a smack!

Like feathers, my words I could not take back

The hurt and pain they had caused.

My words... integrity did lack,

On this I thought and paused.