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