The dancing waves rage like a fire,
looms in the midst while I sit whispering
tomorrow’s pain, enchanted by the lullabies
cantoning like thunder bullets
A gift compiling as one wallow in the abyss.
bequeath with the acrimonious drift,
as one loom on the midnight train,
the power of letting go comes with
Piracy of forgiveness.
Yes, forgiveness begins with acknowledgment.
of saying hello to the pain that started at the break of
morning.
As cogent as it may sound, there’s a level of fear
that creeps like the mellow knowing the invulnerable
is infinite for the growth that one caters to on a Sunday afternoon.
Many may lean on the supercilious state of mind and discard
the inner work that it takes to see their traumas responsibilities on any
situation, then forgiveness becomes aloof.
Desperate for immediate recovery but never taking the time to allow wounds to heal only festers old wounds never had a chance to heal correctly. As uncanny as it may sound, its correction is rightfully warranted.
Desperate for clemency at all costs takes a lot of meditative and contemplative. Moments alone, solitude, and peacefully playing rewind on all the painful things that contributed to the lapse of absence.
As one imbibes with thought, time leaps with the fragility of death,
Never a moment of solace, but poignant as the flame rages like the bomb
Of Hiroshima.
Drastic as the atomic bomb that signaled off the eerily silent that enjoyed
The passivity of those who never preserved the forgiveness of yesterday.
Abound to an uncertain journey as to the daybreak that awaits you like a jubilee waiting to greet you, but are genuinely ready for the other side of forgiveness.
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