Written: October 15, 2025
Forgiveness is…
A fishing rod, tackle box, comic books, a clock
Gravy stains splashed across tile and blood on a coffee pot
An ashtray, a car, photographs, a chair
Awake at 16, alone and scared
A palm tree, a jersey, a game, a tv
A smashed music box–destroyed, like dreams
Dolphins and anger and a broken guitar
Scars on arms, on thighs, and on hearts
Songs, stolen memories, a childhood gone too fast
It’s praying things don’t come crashing down.
It’s knowing you did the right thing in an impossible situation.
Sometimes, “I’m sorry”.
Sometimes Blue broken promises.
Sometimes screaming to the heavens.
It’s something to give, but you can’t give for me.
And sometimes? Forgiveness is a fishing rod.
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