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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Word of the day Challenge #93-Untitled Poem

Shattered

blood red tears

rending at clothes

at hair

at skin

gouging

nails slicing

anything to stop the pain.

I never lied about what I wanted.

I never lied about what I expected.

I never lied about what I was feeling.

I never lied at all.

What you see

is what you get

no more

no less.

This woman

standing

naked before you

baring soul

bitter past

fragile

vulnerable

patchwork quilt

scars

taped together with experience.

I knew

heart bleeding

I knew how dangerous

voices

screaming

kicked into silence

this would be.

I built an illusion.

I built a fantasy.

I built……

but one memory

how you held me

when I bared my truth

my past

like no other man has done.

©March 16/20

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