forgive me for being soft and broken,
forgive me for tears at the tired shores of my eyes
every morning, forgive that i hold pain as i hold love
as i hold hope as i hold life, unable still to rescue
bloom from thorn, forgive this flower of my heart that waits,
and withers, mother, forgive the sadness at the bone,
forgive the warm blood, forgive the skin and the scars.
forgive forgive forgive
this human, this child, this life, this longing, this tremble
that curls here in this silent moment, holding on.
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