Forgive
I walked over the broken earth
of a broken life
I swam through the stream clear,
a stream of tears
I fell twisted and scarred
into your arms, once again.
I walked over the broken earth
of a broken life
I swam through the stream clear,
a stream of tears
I fell twisted and scarred
into your arms, once again.
Beautiful write. An apt metaphor for it. 🙂
Thanks very much, both for passing and your comment – much appreciated.
Oh, I like this, Chris. Pithy suits you. Thank you for this bit of poetry to start my day.
~ Cara
Praise indeed from you Cara, thank you!