Poem 311








Nothing feels
nearly as shameful..
as hurting those
we love the most.
Whether or not we do it
in a flight of heart..
nevertheless, our ugliest
becomes exposed.

What’s done is done..
and no apology
can ever quite undo
the damage
we’ve inflicted.
And our wrongdoing
cannot be excused
by some foul demon
by the will of whom
we were afflicted.

Whatever may be
its root cause..
we have no choice
except to sit with these
uncomfortable feelings.
The only honest path
to healing wounds
we laid upon our loved one
is to change..
into a version of ourselves
that’s truly worth
forgiving.

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