Silence

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.

 

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Written for Poetry Jam