How careful is the craft of conscience?
Which wields the sword of sorry,
That strikes the heels of discord,
And visits the home of the elusive.
Healing the rifts of former days
Respect is now paid,
As healing is sought
And time is bought.
Now, a conscience at ease
Grudges now cease.
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I’ll forgive myself
For loving you over me
When I needed love
For convincing you
That you were what I wanted
When I was unsure
For making conflict
When you deserved compassion
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Beneath the arches, time lets go,
A whispering current’s steady flow.
Bruised reflections drift and gleam,
Carrying burdens into the stream.
What once was heavy now feels light,
The bridge stands still through day and night.
For water passes, and so do we,
Letting the past dissolve, set free.
Love is exceptional, a bundle of joy that cannot be defined. An overdose of medicine that causes highness. Love is to be loved. An endless journey with a different route, and that's why we have different perspective on the journey of love.
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My heart did beat,
A fortress of stone, with no retreat,
I kept the world at bay with ease,
And let no one come close to me.
But then one day, a crack appeared,
A chink in my armor, to be feared,
A stranger's kindness broke me open,
And all my defenses were broken.
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letter from a quieter version of me
for my love
love— some days i still hear it.
the beeping, the boots in the hallway,
the way someone said
we almost lost him
without saying my name.
they tell me it was twenty-nine pints.
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Oh Lord,
have mercy on my grave.
The soil is cold,
but colder still was the silence I left behind.
No one heard the final breath,
no light stayed for the closing of my eyes.
I vanished like smoke in a room
already forgotten,
like a name never spoken loud enough to echo.
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I am evil.
I am evil.
And still, in my evil, don’t leave me, Lord.
If You walk away, I will fall.
My flesh will devour me.
I’ve tried to please You
with everything in me,
but I can’t.
I can’t.
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What do you do with an apology?
fold it and keep it in your pocket,
polish it and put it in a treasure chest,
taped it to your journal,
or burn it cause it doesn't have value anymore?
the damage has been done
catastrophic, a word that could describe it
the damage has been resolved
repaired in the silence of days
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Brave are those
who are willing to forgive.
Not because they forget,
but because they remember
and still choose peace.
They carry the weight,
not as a burden,
but as a bridge.
They let go,
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