The following poem, titled ‘forgive,’ is a poem I first wrote in my early teens, that I recently decided to revisit. I think in the time I’ve been away from the poem, my views on forgiveness as a whole have changed- I no longer think forgiveness is a necessity or a right, and I really wanted that viewpoint to be portrayed in the poem.
forgive im just standing here in the rain, small collections of molecules sinking deep into my pores, reminding me of could’ve-beens and have-beens and might’ve-beens. all is not lost, but all is certainly not forgiven. im just standing by your doorstep, trying to repent of my sins, to purify the ground and stop my own tyranny, tyranny caused by you but made by me. all is not lost, but all is certainly not forgiven. im just sitting on the curb, in some blind attempt to make the downpour wash away my wrong-doing, allow salt to create equilibrium and re-establish balance. all is not lost, but all is certainly not forgiven im just sinking into the ground, hard stones digging into my palms, fresh blood spotting the pavement, a reminder of my presence here and wounds inflicted. penance and mercy. all is not lost, but all is certainly not forgiven.
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