Forgiveness is Not ours To Give

Vast space
surround me;
above
crystalline blue
dotted white
clouds
soft
able to hold a baby
while an adult does plunge
straight through
right down to the other side.
Beneath
scorched earth
barren
scarred with brutal past
history taken
rewritten
in the face of only one.
I lay
ear pressed
listening
hearing
muted cries
reaching…..
for rest
reaching….
for justice
reaching…..
for home once more.
Tears
beneath cheek
green blooms
giggles heard
gentle caress…..
‘Finally we can rest.’
©June 14/21
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