Redemption

A story of us

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Words,
like knives,
spear
out of my
mouth

hurtful
and destructive,
spoken
in thoughtfulness
and insecurity.

The moment
they escape
my rusty caged heart
remorse settles over me
like a death shroud.

My pain
becomes your pain
becoming my pain
an endless loop
of self-loathing.

Settling deep
into my bones
unnerving.
This is not me.
I don’t want this.

And so,
I surrender
the white flag waving
in the hot
desert wind
of shame.

Delivering
my battered heart
to you,
a humble
offering,