Waking
Waking
I weep in my sleep, thinking it’s because you’re gone
and never forgave me,
then wake, knowing that I weep
because I never forgave you,
while you forgave me all the time;
it was me
who missed my chance.
I wonder how I hurt you
with that non-forgiving dance,
but you forgave that too,
clasping my hand with your two
with each breath, stop-breath–
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For Kerry O’ Connor’s prompt on Real Toads, to write a “micro poem.” Her example a beautiful poem by Rumi, called It Doesn’t Matter. Drawing is mine; 2018, charcoal on paper; all rights reserved.
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June 24, 2018 at 2:12 pm
I love the awareness that even the unforgiveness was forgiven. This poem resonates with my mother’s heart today. Beautiful, Karin.
June 24, 2018 at 2:33 pm
Forgiveness… We all want it, but too often we cuddle into our wounds/anger and don’t do the forgiving. I’m with Sherry on her comment.
June 24, 2018 at 2:35 pm
What a painful realization… unforgiveness is such a heavy burden… this would feed insomnia.
June 24, 2018 at 2:40 pm
A deep truth here — how are we to ask forgiveness, who have not forgiven first? And the secret is that with that forgiveness of others, so much can come back to us. You work your way to this deftly in short space, resulting in such grace and pleasure for the reader.
June 24, 2018 at 5:12 pm
Maybe ‘do as you would be done by’ will win the day…
June 24, 2018 at 7:11 pm
Never forgiving doesn’t get forgotten by victim. At least for me for one (not my ex ) . But I don’t care and probably the perpetrator.was thinking it was okay.
Yes, stop. Breathe.
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June 24, 2018 at 7:49 pm
kaykuala
while you forgave me all the time;
it was me
who missed my chance
Love will overcome more so when the feeling’s great!
Hank
June 24, 2018 at 7:56 pm
I like the way you ended this. A realization comes, and you must stop, and breathe. Beautiful!
June 25, 2018 at 4:11 am
Heartbreaking—the guilt we carry for missed chances…
June 25, 2018 at 6:02 am
Unforgiveness is an unbearable burden… sigh.. I can feel the pain and hurt in your words..
June 25, 2018 at 12:20 pm
I think it is all too human to find oneself i this place.. regrets, rueful thoughts, remorse. You have captured it so poignantly.
June 25, 2018 at 11:06 pm
since the election, you’ve swum deeper and deeper, it seems, K, and in the plumb depths you’ve found both the font of that unspeakable sadness which looms before us, and yet too the voice to render it with beauty and grace ~
June 29, 2018 at 2:26 pm
Thanks so much. Agh.
June 29, 2018 at 2:28 pm
I keep reading your post re “the trouble is you think you have time” and telling myself to change my life. It is such a good quote. I miss the older writing days and camaraderie–but hard emotional times. Take care! You are such a wonderful writer. k .