Forgiving Thoughts

i am seeing
fettered fingers

vine stuck upon
a huge rock

i am feeling the
roughness of

rugged dry
river stone

there is a cliff
someone wants

to jump and
smash

what is left of
broken memories

i tell myself
frankly

it could be me
but my brain is numb

and thoughts come
explaining

things are more
beautiful

when they are
too forgiven.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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