Self-forgiveness
is the pure and delicate bloom
that once again opens
after the storm,
after the battering
of the downpour
and the damage
from the winds,
after near-drowning
from the relentless rain,
the flower,
head bowed in disgrace
and pain,
summons up the strength
to peek its petal open,
wondering if the sun
has gone
forever,
but a ray
makes its way
to flower’s cheek,
dries the drops
and warms
the air,
giving flower the courage
to raise her head,
and sun and flower
make amends,
leading flower to forgive
herself,
and a fresh new day
begins.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Oh, now this is beautiful and uplifting!
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Thank you, KaylaAnn.
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A lovely poem, Elle
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Nice poetry and beautiful picture Elle
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Thank you
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You are welcome Elle
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Beautiful and reassuring, Elle.
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you
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The hardest road back…
the toughest rebuild…
in such soft crepe,
trying to see such fragile treasure anew
on such insistent corners.
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