You don’t have to say a single thing
I’ve already conceived your great sincerity
I don’t come for vengeance or rebuttal
But in this aftermath there will be payment for my pain
I don’t know what I can prove
Though you would give it to me
All the clarity and peace that I have given up on
Like a ship within a library
Its water on the floor and soon
The ocean’s bottom teems with all the
Rusting works of man
This clears my ocean floor
And the ocean of my heart
Might beat so quietly
While up above the ship floats on its way
- Author: Charles Kick ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2023 17:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I am a victim of medical malpractice. This is for that Doctor after the mistake she made. She still doesn't realize that she made a mistake, so I'm moving forward with a lawsuit after all the anguish it's caused me and my family. I forgive her, but I also need to hold her accountable for what was done.
- Category: Forgiveness
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