Forgiveness

The old wind whispers through my hair
as I sit back against my favorite tree
contemplating the shadows of yesterday
which still sting me today
shadows like choices
I wish
I never made in my youthful
INNOCENCE

My lost subconscious cries
as my benign heart
shatters not unlike
the mirror which reflects
the lost image of myself
that I brazenly dropped
when I grew disgusted
by the sight of
the recognizable stranger
looking back at me

I saw my transparent self
the person on the other side
the one who always looks
like me
except for that
DAMN
smile

I look at the pieces of glass
now at scattered at my feet
sharply abstracted tiles
reflecting that image still
this time hundreds of
fragments of
HER

I feel sorry for her
and I can't help but ask  
the pieces of her
do you hate me?
Her calm expression is distracted
by an intense recognition
I hear her say
NO, just forgive yourself
and I will be okay
and so will you...
FORGIVE

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren