I am told this is a time for forgiveness.
I am informed that it is my duty to conform
I am reminded that Life is too short
( yeah right, you remember now)
I do not say anything, to those wise words
of vested interests
the very thought that
this is a changed time and
a changed me
that oppression cannot touch me anymore,
or my children
is uplifting and fun somehow
this time the rapid heartbeat
is elsewhere
I wonder what..
I wonder why...
I wonder when..
Ah, the total absense of fear
intoxicating
I cannot forgive
without her permission, y'know
al the 'Me's that reside within ..
the me in 1993
the me that Wimbledon night
and the me at the other time
I smile patiently
and listen to all those me's
and I let each one grieve
and anger
and vent
I sit with her in love
without judgement
And I wait
and seek permission from
all those Me's
to guide me forward
2 comments:
Forgive and forget - easy said than done
- but a time comes when even that loses meaning & significance – the wrongs of yesteryears can touch you no longer.
And then it does not matter. You just forget without forgiving.
A nice poem
you are so good with words....amazin work i must say....so precisely u hv put words to feelings....raelly great....its an honour to knw a person like u...inspirin....
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