Forgiveness: the kidnapped
Killjoy that no one wants to release.
Feel it between your fingers
As you soften your grip
And let it breathe.
Slow and uneven inhales.
Apologies: the acid drip
Drip dripping stinging
Sizzling against the papier
Mache that is your skin.
But the poor kids are quick
To offer their inner captive.
Their rations are never full
But forever handed to
The folks in golden bowties
And empty minds.
Acceptance: the shade of purple
In the sky after a devastating storm.
The refreshment of the soul
That pours during a summer rain.
Soak in its fluidity and flourish
In its nourishment. The ground
Will forever be below your feet
And the birds will cover the sky.
Just listen to the wind
And turn your face to the right direction
Before settling into your new born path.