Forgiving
June 30, 2009
I’ve written many poems before
many before I ever knew you
You asked to see some more
those written before I ever knew you
You read my thoughts of the past
in the rhythm of my verses
a glimpse of my broken heart
my falls, my tears, my curses
Commended what I wrote
Sympathized with what I felt
Condemned those before
for giving what I was dealt
forgiving what I was dealt
is what I was trying to do
I never thought I’d be writing
about broken I love yous.
It seems only appropriate
that I speak to you like this
not through my familiar lips
but with the lips of my fingertips
You who read my poems
who read inside my mind
who crept into my heart
and let my soul unwind
Well that soul is all wound up
and I’m the one untangling
untangling and untangling
Oops! My heart is dangling.
forgiving what I was dealt
is what I’m trying to do
I never thought I’d be doing this
writing a poem because of you.
But I’ve written poems before
many before I ever knew you
Now I’m still writing poems
even after loving you.
I’m thankful for the part of me
that’s not resistant yet resilient
For it brings out the part of me
consistent with inconsistence
Read my thoughts of the past
in the rhythm of my verses
See my broken heart
my falls, my tears, my curses
I commend what we wrote
I sympathize with what we felt
I condemn none before
for giving what we were dealt
forgiving what we were dealt
is what we’re trying to do
I never thought I’d be doing this
writing a poem because I loved you.
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