Sandra Heska King

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Window on Writing: Not Yet (A Random Act of Poetry)

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I gather heart shreds

and try to stuff them

into the hollow of

my heaving chest

as moon grins thin

through dark cocoon

and hair spills wet

on pillow.

Let it go

But still I cling.

Not yet

Forgiveness knots

in stomach

seeks release

but I  hang on

a little longer.

It’s too soon

The pain is raw

the sorrow deep.

Perhaps in time

the sun will shine

and grace

will flow

the weight will lift

and then my heart

can take its form

again.

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ~Mark Twain

 

A Random Act of Poetry on forgiveness for The High Calling

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Comments

  4. Lynn Mosher says

    Snady, my chocolate-dipped-Brussels-sprouts-eater friend…you always capture the essence of emotion, whichever one that might be. Always touching and beautiful! <3

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