6 am Poetry

Forgiveness

Drops of water sliding down my hand

Lines of age running down my palm

Mingling thoughts of joy and pain

Where did they go to,

all my years, those since I was born?


Tears welling up into my eyes

The pain I caused, the hurt I initiated

Was it retaliation, ego or just my pride?


Did I seek forgiveness, or did it not matter?

For I was the king of my very own parlour!


Here we are then, at the road’s end

Shouting out loud, but nobody hears

For I am too weak to even speak!


One last sigh then, one last try…

If it’s all the strength I have in me

Hear me whisper out like a lashing sea

“Please, please forgive me…”


A poem by Chriselda Barretto

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