Abandonment
I tried to write a poem to prove to you I could.
But time and distance got in my way.
I tried to write the perfect prose to demonstrate my skill.
But the memory of standing before a rose-covered coffin
Left me silent and enraged!
Isn’t it odd how time and distance distort what we perceive?
Warping sad memories, blackening our feelings
Where our unworthiness dwells.
It is not a type of weakness when we broken do not overcome.
Or some self-imposed prison of us seeking innocence lost and gone.
I suppose it is latent forgiveness that stays this poet’s pen.
And I fall to my knees, bowing my head,
Seeking God’s Grace again.
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