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Forgiveness: Brenda Arledge Poetry Prompt Response 46

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Alyssa is an avid reader, writer, and coffee enthusiast. She loves sharing thoughts, ideas, and creative writings with the world.

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Happy February everyone! Are you staying warm? The ice is falling, soon to be snow. Hello winter. I wouldn't mind skipping all this and having spring. Just hit the skip 10 arrow a few times and we'd be right there. haha! But that's not how weather and seasons work, unfortunately.

As you all know, I've been working my way through Brenda's creative prompts. Forgiveness stuck in my brain and I had Don Henley, Steven Tyler, and Bruce Springsteen singing in my head nonstop as the ideas took hold.

For those of you who wanted longer pieces from me, I have delivered. I think this is the longest one yet. So, without further ado, allow me to say thank you to Brenda and enjoy.

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Objects in the mirror

are distorted and strange

it should be my face

peering back

but instead it's your stare.


I grasped that hot coal

years ago

as if my very life depended on it

but the fear lurks

occasionally cropping up

a sharp, burning

winter breeze

am I losing control

of this carefully mastered façade?


What kept me warm for so long

is starting to burn

but I can't let go

it's all I have left

spite and strength

once intertwined

now unraveling

into this mess.


Run, run away

keep breathing

eyes forward

if I don't look back

it'll never catch up.


Stay defiant

enclose my heart in steel

there's something to be said

for turning it all into fuel

take the stones

hurled my way

transform them into

exactly what I was told would never happen;

become who I was told I would never be.


but isn't it funny

how we pave our way?

thrust into this world

belittled for idealism

expected to understand

everything they refuse to teach.

A jarring harsh reality check

you'll drown... or you'll learn to swim.

Congratulations.

Good luck.


The story doesn't end

it's just the beginning

and if we can make it

through this dark tunnel

the sunshine is waiting

on the other side.


Skip around

pick and choose

it's easier to blame

point fingers and distract

who can face themselves

standing in the mirror

complete silence

eye to eye.


Life isn't fair

I did the work.

Served my time.

But I kept a piece

of that hot coal

stashed it away

because where else

would my resolve come from?


Close at hand

pushing me forward

impenetrable

untouchable

nothing could get to me.


But in those rare moments

grief takes hold

my strength wavers

and there you are

reflected in my eyes.

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© 2022 Alyssa

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