Apology in the Language of Stars
I misjudged you, my closest light,
A jewel I held, but marred its shine—
Let envy’s shadow twist the night,
And cast your loyalty into doubt like rain.
Your silence spoke where my words ran wild,
A tempest brewed in a heart unwise
You stood steadfast, though I turned fierce,
While pride, a thief, stole truth from my eyes.
Recall the times you anchored me,
Through storms I never asked to weather.
Yet I hurled accusations, sharp and brief,
And called your kindness a fragile tether
Forgive me—for I’ve traced your name
In constellations, steady and true,
Each star a memory of your grace,
While I wore the dark of my guilt like dew.
Let me mend what my haste undid,
With hands humbled, and a heart now wise.
For you are the lighthouse, I, the lost ship—
Bear with my drift, guide me through the crisis.
No words can fully right the wrong,
But know this: I’d give the sun to rewind,
To trade all my regrets for one more walk,
Where your trust and mine are threads intertwined.
If ever love could speak in apology,
I’d let it drown the world in its plea:
You are my north, my steady sea.
I misjudged you once… but never again.
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- Comment from author about the poem: It is beneficial to periodically reflect on and acknowledge that, despite apparent accord, misunderstandings can arise; what seems evident to one person may not be to another. In situations where someone indicates that things are not as they appear, I have learned that my previous assumptions about their intentions were misguided. Now armed with fresh insight, it is distressing to realize that manipulation was involved. Recognizing this truth today brings pain but also awareness. Acknowledging my part in this dynamic is the initial step; as we advance, I will aim to approach similar situations with greater discernment and understanding. I have never claimed to be flawless. I have always said that I am who I am.
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A very heartfelt and gripping poem. I enjoyed reading through it multiple times, as it reminded me of how similar situations can be. One of my favourite poems so far.
Thankyou Atticus. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem,
It takes courage to see the possibility of oneself being wrong, these days I struggle with prejudgment from others and I can only assume it’s because of hurt and history. Great poem F-Dawg
Thank you, Demar. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
A most beautiful poem of dawning awareness that frees the soul and gives new choices to all of us that are blind and deaf to what might be a helping hand. Well written in verse this poem itself is a glimmer of hope for self guidance in a dark world. It flows like a river to the sea. Nicely done and a fave
Thank you, Soren. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
You are most welcome
A fine write, Friendship. Ego neutrality is a tricky business in relationships.
Thank you, Jerry. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
Dearest Friendship, that image of tracing a name in constellations really struck me. It turns regret into something watchful and enduring, rather than fleeting guilt. The metaphor holds the apology steady instead of letting it collapse into self-punishment. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thank you.Tristan.I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
You are most welcome, my friend!
One should give this to Trump, who for some reason can't discern what day of the week it is.
We all live in denial at some point, and the words I was wrong don't seem to leave the mouth freely.
So when we actually do get down and apologise, it may feel a bit strained, but we've acknowledged the fact at least.
Did you notice how hard that was just to write, you can see why people don't apologise that often?
So true, Paul, it was hard at first, yet when I am wrong, I am wrong. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
Good write F.
Thank you,orchidee.I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
This carries real remorse—the kind that comes after the dust settles and you finally see what you broke.
Tender, earnest, and human; the apology lands because it doesn’t dodge its own guilt.
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