Over time,
the walls of self-defense become chinked with wear
Overgrown by
ivy, flowering each spring with climbing roses, The origins for brick and mortar fade in memory
The enemy’s conniving and manipulation forgotten with each
passing season
Over time,
the story of the their cruelty mutates
Into a
softer narrative of the human frailty found within their souls And the need to forgive and forget their heartless and vindictive
natures
Grows because I must repair my damaged spirit
Over time,
the protective barriers seem superfluous
My internal
longings to belong create false hope That “this time” will prove different—better
That somehow they’ve gentled with time
Foolish me—to
pull down the walls, to retell the tale
To desire their
love
Foolish me—to
provide them opportunity, to crush me
Under the
weight of my forgiveness Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
How beautiful your words; how beautiful they flow lifting the hearts and spirits of the reader. How blessed you are with such a talent that touches the many who read your works.
ReplyDeleteIona, Thank you so much for you kind words. I love that my pieces make you feel and think!
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