that... that... that "Forgive"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes those things squashing the soul are no good

Submitted: April 03, 2013

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Forgive

The vine strangles me

I can't breathe.

The mustard seed

becomes a mountain

squashing me.

Nails, a spear,

twisting in my heart.

I thirst

I hunger

in my own

despair

Until...

I forgive

As I have been forgiven

And pray

that others will forgive me.

We did not know


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