There is a level of forgiveness that ranks high above all others.
To compartmentalize the years of offences, to pick and to choose those that hurt the most, which to hold on to…
Which not to forget.
Not many have been forgotten, just
Let go.
As best as could be managed.
There is a level of hurtfulness that ranks high above all others.
That which an apology can mend, but cannot wipe from the slate.
A slate tarnished and dented and stained from years of living, polished time and time again with love and tears.
A slate in the tiled kitchens of our youths,
A slate between the caulking of the bathroom walls that saw many moments of anticipation,
A slate on the pathway to the household full of memories,
One that fit in every room, every heartfelt second and every life within it.
A curious metaphor for a forgotten building block of a lifetime.
Which sometimes I resented and sometimes I adored.
A fine poem. The unifying imagery was familiar and homey, but the abstract truths are celestial and enduring. I loved how you preached without sounding preachy, and how you sounded humanly flawed and wise and big-sisterly and vulnerable and determined to live a quality life, all at the same time. It is a beautiful existence, no matter how imperfect, if you can be at this level (to use your word) of self-awareness. Kudos.
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Thank you very much. It is really wonderful to receive some positive reinforcement towards what has become a really healthy mental outlet in my life. Thanks again!
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But of course. I have also learned that giving out these (sincere) positive reinforcements comes back around, so I love doing it. 😉 Keep writing, yo!
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I agree completely! It is often what people need. I just restarted this venture so I am still figuring it out but I look forward to moving outward and exploring other blogs as well. All the best!
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And all the best to you too!
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