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