I'm sorry for the pain I've caused,
For the hurt that I have brought,
My words and actions were not paused,
And now it's all for naught.
I never meant to cause you harm,
To bring you tears or make you ache,
I know my actions were alarm,
And for that, my heart does break.
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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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If you think I will forgive you
Think again.
If you think I’ll ever trust you,
Think again
If you think I’ll ever talk to you
Think again
If you think I’ll ever forget
Think again
But still, tomorrow is another day
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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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Even as we still feel like a feeble pawn in a chess of gluttony, yet, You made us resist the temptation of greed deeply rooted in an aroma of enticing betrayal
Events of recent months affirmed that the scorching of these black skins is an incandescent reflection of the deep dark shades of some souls
Even as Ayi Kwei Armah’s ‘Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born’ continues to bolster our disgust with injustice and will ultimately sharpen the ingrained desire for justness
Events of these last hours also affirmed that the cleansing of the malodourous souls are never awashed by an ocean of tears
Eventually, I pray the seeds of forgiveness sprout as Your torrent comes, as I am tired of writing the book of good in this library of evil. He will lead His people as I am indeed lost!
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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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