Without Reservation
January 13, 2013
Son, yesterday you deeply wounded me,
Its critical that you clearly see;
I release you; I set you free.
I choose to remember no more
And accept you without reservation.
Its critical that you clearly see;
I release you; I set you free.
I choose to remember no more
And accept you without reservation.
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I wrote this poem as an entry on a contest at Allpoetry.com. The subject was forgiveness, and emphasis was made on the brevity of the piece. The poem was limited to 31 words. I structured the poem lines by syllables for balance and flow. (10-8-8-8-10) Unlike my poem, "Released!" which explores repentance and forgiveness along more than 30 long, thoughtful lines, with this poem, I seek to distill the idea of forgiveness to a few definitive terms: "deeply wounded", "critical", "I release you", I choose to remember no more", "I accept you". Addressing my "son" here is meant to see that the idea of forgiveness is not general, but very personal.
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