In a weak chain of concealment
Matters squared with your fraught conscious
Especially when you consider the years
That held each fragile repentant silence.
To allow yourself to accept forgiveness
As the hand grasps every hint of commitment
Consider every silent act of repercussion
And cling to each moment of reassurance.
For with the gift comes personal humiliation
You never bargain for all encompassing comfort
As you receive the grace you have encountered
And kiss the silence of flourishing endurance.
Written for Poetry Jam