There are many things I am not ready for. Forgiveness being one of them. To love means to forgive, and sometimes I don’t know how to take on an enemy’s greeting. All I know of what makes sense is that we have to accept even this kind of effort from our enemy, nemesis, name it what you want because love, in the right context, won’t seek to harm us. Our love is so powerful that it will shield us from even our enemy’s intent.

the desert sun cannot repair this tear,
nor flames that revived us once
extinguish these caustic arguments…
instruments avail with reason to piece us
back together, but forgiveness is a hill
that leaves me breathless each time I walk
its path… I plunge deeper into my own flesh
in hope, one day, I shall learn to let go

© mr gahon 9/17/14


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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