Indie Scribe Magazine November Issue | Page 15

there is no purchase in bitterness

i carry no shovel,

i carry no spade

with which to dig through

what has been committed

to the graveyard of the past.

you need not fear my unearthing

sharp stones,

tangled roots,

old bones

to fling at your head

in sullen moonlight.

i forgive –

some say too easily –

that which some might carry

as ammunition into the future.

i may not herald your approach

with warm embrace,

but neither will i castigate you

with acrid clods

of what’s best left buried.

there is no purchase in bitterness,

for who can tell what may spring

from the loam of forgiveness?

i keep my baggage light,

the better to move forward

into renewal.

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