forgiveness

WHO ART IN

I might have confessed

if it were not for the blanket
of second chances,
assumption oiled at the hinges
by forgiveness –

a permanence arriving
to shuttle me beyond
the gates of my first

Suddenly, it’s stage fright
that trumpets me an usher –

it bleeds me
a carpet call of thin red lines
and I tamper with the packaging
of cause and effect –

two quality seals,
the loose embodiment
of error and apology

I might have confessed

were it not for the bible’d cancer
of my second coming

 
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 29 April 2018

LEVY

I forgive you
for not wanting
to spoil the darkness
that consumes you
with the love I bring
but surely
the toll for dishevelment
is worth the expense
to climb out
of its jaws

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 25 April, 2017

THOUGHT #289

The final step in forgiveness is the uncaging of the bird that cost one one’s freedom.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 17 February, 2011