Maybe you need to read this
line by line, word by word,
strewn between carefully crafted punctuation marks,
in partial poetry, prose.
Maybe you need to feel this
line by line, word by word
captured feelings tracing patterns of my heart,
tracing them for you to read.
(And the fear of being judged?
I lay it bare for you to see:
You become my mirror and set me free)
Copyright Hiraeth 2015
Forgiveness lies in the places
We fear to tread, the ones where
You acknowledge my darkness
And your own;
The places where your judgement
Was callous, insensitive,
A knife in an already broken heart,
Where the simplistic view that
Houses who appear from the outside magnificent are perfect,
That handsome husbands should be
Enough,
Where one person destroys a marriage, while another is an innocent bystander, where people who believe in God, in the sacredness of His institution don’t falter and fall
(In fact they all do)
Is not an accepted explanation.
It lies not in the crevices of the past,
But here in the present
Now
It lies where you, like me,
Begin to face your
Self.
Copyright Hiraeth 2014
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