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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Your heart, dear one, has His form!
Twin hearts with you, Karin. 🙂
Your words rush out bearing raw pain and honesty… you express things so well!
Thanks so much, friend.
Your pick of words stirs the body, mind, and soul…
Thank you, Patricia.
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
Love you, Lynn. One day we’ll need to sit down and eat them together.
Forgive me, sweet friend! I could have sworn that I was following you. Well, I am now!
I thought there was someone behind me! 🙂
Just. Beautiful.
Thanks. 🙂