Tomorrow pins its eraser
on the sun and I gather
all my mistakes around me
like wounded birds
waiting for new wings.
Watching for sunrise
to tap dance across
the horizon I feel today
run its fingers along my spine
drumming never at the
speed of chains.
Forgiveness begins to stir
my gut with trust renewal
is as close as my voice.
The lock of my self induced
condemning begins to bend
at the touch of the daylight key.
Heart humbled at the throne of error
I feel the weight of my wrongs
scrape my throat as they spill into
the collection plate of morning’s amnesty.
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I have felt this way but you have given that feeling voice...thank you.
waiting for new wings.....nicely done!!
Yes, indeed, for most of us tomorrow will be a new day. But not all mistakes, we all hove some of these, some more than others. There are mistakes and injustices that destroy or take us down, bad. Even forgiveness won't erase.
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