The nouns of my life are fading.
I'm left standing at an
uncomfortable cliff.
And the winds of
change keep
whispering,
"Do you
fade or
fly?"

Forgiveness is like a pebble,
it skims the surface of a troubled water,
sinks to the bottom of the pool,
then lays dormant and silent,
the trouble and care that went into its selection,
forgotten and unseen.