In my head, I softly apologized
I asked for forgiveness hoping to clear my mind
But because the words are unsaid
There is no response
Apologizing into the air is sadness
I’m now hungry, tired, and alone
Forgiveness living in my synapses
Waiting for the weight to be lifted
Knowing that burden will always be there
Don’t be sad
Life’s reality is just that
Eventually, a path forward illuminates itself
Categories: death, identity, mental health, Psychology
Indeed Dear Miriam
Apologies Without
Places to Land
Will Be A Lonely
Place For Healing to
Come For Real Within
Of Course As Forgiveness
Becomes the Apology Within…
And The One
Who May
Require
Forgiviness
Most FinAlly
Receives it SaMe..:)
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