Learning To Forgive
He called a name in the middle of night
Replaying the words, the tempting desire
The voice of instinct I cannot rewrite,
I looked in the mirror; my soul fumed a fire.
He woke up repenting a clear deceit
My trust splintered like a broken glass , used
Recalling how they brushed cheeks with fired heat
And thought this lady was simply amused.
I took a long bath, peeling stain’s disgust
As bubbly soap fell down on muddy tiles
Till angelic voice whispered, “ are you just?”
While months lifted the fog , tracing a smile.
He begged harder the way I saw him first
My senses roused through light of new power,
Reclaiming the glint of healed time, affirmed
When slow forgiveness became my savior.
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Healing Power of Forgiveness
Contest of Line Gauthier -- Quatrain Rhyme
Re-posted 11/10/2107
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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