Because the past claws back
All I saw was rain
Wishing
We’d hug in the downpour
I heard a sigh of impatience
I ate dinner alone.
I hadn’t turned out like him
A force of nature
A black bear
I had killed his beloved wife
Nothing was ever going to change that.
The earth shook
I bit my fist
Shut my eyes
One last chance
I wasn’t going to fail.
Indignity
Blame
Tired, spent, frustrated
He’d stood up for me
In the end, I ran.
To move on, forget
To start with a clean slate
To breathe again.
There is a way to be good
Old faithful friend
A way to end the cycle
An orphan somewhere in Kabul
A way to be good again.
I wasn’t worthy of this sacrifice
Red dripping down his face like blood
Devotion
“For you a thousand times over”
Vindication. Salvation. Redemption.
I flinched like I’d been slapped
I felt at peace, Healed at last
I forgive you.
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