As the sun sets on my mistakes and messiness,
I find yours easier to forgive
And yet it has taken all day, all night
And half my peace of mind
To release the need to hate you in my sleep.
Self-righteousness is a tiger hunting prey
A glacier dissolving in winter
An idiot chasing grace with a broken foot
While rehearsing scabbed-over pain
In dizzying loop of punching smoke
To be clear, I gave it up out of broad selfishness
That was between me and me,
The rose petals on my altar,
And the irresistible desire to instead court
Adding this link to the reference index at the Foundation for Poetic Justice
Thank you, Ana!
Funny that I just asked a question on social media: if we’re all flawed, why can’t we readily accept others’ flaws? This poem is aligned with my thoughts.
That’s just it. It’s a powerful choice.
loved this, the imagery it was everything yes Nshami14
Thank you. 🙂