Apology

I’m sorry that I said that
I really, truly am
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Please take me as I am.
 
Those thoughts and words
Became more than just that
They hurled right at you
Hitting with accuracy, SPLAT!
 
I was so frustrated
I didn’t stop to think
And said some things I now regret
So quickly I could not blink.
 
So please don’t remember
The things I said this day
And hopefully those tears
I can help to wipe away.
 

Ran through my head the moment I read the quote for the Third Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
–Mahatma Gandhi
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Just Don’t Say You’re Not My Brother

For any crime you commit
And every sin that you ommit
My forgiveness will still be true
I won’t forget what we’ve been through.
Lying in the deepest pit
Your brotherhood will keep it lit.
 

No matter what mistakes you make, you’re still my brother.

–Bass Monroe, “Revolution”

(Random Note: The man that Bass is talking to had tried to kill him before. That is the ‘mistake’ he is talking about.)

Animal Family Members – Thankful Thursday

First and foremost, they are not stupid.
At times their personalities more than shine through.
Most learn to control their tempers, though
I‘m certain that it’s only to placate us human members.
Love is given in abundance, even when we don’t please them right away.
Yet I find myself, day after day, being glad that they forgive me for my mistakes.
 

No one can quite forgive like an animal nor remember why they always love you.

Pretty sure that they have 50+ ways to look at me, and all are a variation of “You idiot.”
Even though I know they won’t be here forever, I’ll remember each one.
There is always more room in my heart for another member of my family.
So I must remember to write about them in all the little ways.
 

Remember to check out the original Thankful Thursday.

Betrayal

You brought another one.

Why on earth do you continue to do this to me? To us?

I was just starting to forgive you for the last vixen you dared bring into this relationship and now you’ve gone and brought yet another one?!

There is something wrong with you. Seriously. Something is just wrong with you!

Do you honestly think I will return to our bed now that she is not only in the picture but in our room?! At the same time?!

Why? That’s all I can really ask anymore. Why? Was I not enough? How was I not enough? Did I not give you enough affection? Waking you every morning for some time alone, making sure that you never missed an important meeting? Always being there when you needed me?

How is this not enough for you!

(sigh)

But I know, eventually, I will forgive you and return. I will once again accept your offerings of affection. I will return to our bed and I will learn to live with…her.

You don’t deserve me.


In honor of my cat, who is finally starting to forgive me for bringing a dog home. A BIG dog. After my sister, her husband and their cat moved in a month ago. I don’t deserve her love sometimes and she lets me know it.

Honored Forgiveness – Poetry Prompt 18

Once upon a time, there was a woman,
Now don’t mix this up with tales of princesses
Even though it sounds like one.
Each time this woman had troubles with her sisters
She would say, “It is not that object that is important, it is the relationship.”
At times she wanted to through in the towel;
“Maybe this will be the end of it all,” she’d sadly say.
Always she would slowly heal and forgive instead.

Inspired by Pooky’s poetry prompt for today: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/18/poetry-prompt-18-admiration-acrostic/

Oneesama, or correctly Onee-sama, it Japanese for honored older sister. I wrote this about one of my elder sisters who always says that the relationship she has with her siblings is more important than just about anything else. She works hard to forgive and move on and stay close because of the bonds of family and love. It’s not always easy (in fact, it’s often very difficult) but it is so important to her to try. I have greatly admired this trait in her and when I saw this prompt, I knew what to write about right away.

I did enjoy that the prompt used my favorite type of poem, an acrostic, which y’all have probably noticed is the predominate style I use on my blog.