Atonement
Sometimes I think there's not much left
of that smiling face, that eager hopeful love.
Too many years of living
with one bad choice
weighs like a sack of armor, worn in defense,
now a pile on my back.
Penance.
Like Rodrigo Mendoza.
This cliff I've tried to climb
to find my way back to you
to myself
is treacherous,
wreathed in the fog of now, no end in sight.
Don't think I will ever find what's left
of what needs to be, what always was.
There are some things
even changed by time, distance, hurt,
that survive
Though I don't know how
in this hostile environment
that once was my heart.


Comments: 16 ( 4 removed by Arduinna Hunter )
Happy Thanksgiving Arduinna
Thanks Barbary, That is a very nice compliment!
Lovely writing, my friend!
This cliff I've tried to climb
to find my way back to you
with one bad choice
weighs like a sack of armor, worn in defense,
now a pile on my back.
Works for me.
I appreciate the depth of your comment.
Thank you tb. My heart is happy!
Maybe also because we expect a lot more from ourselves than others do.
Miss you too!