Traipsing
Inside the inklings
Of time
Picked up
By the wanderers
Who have nothing to forgive
Because forgiveness itself
Seems to be letting go
Or so I’ve been told
Inside the glimmers of light
The sun will eventually
Hand over the day
To the moon
Seemingly scattered
These dreams I’ve had
A million times
Wandering
In the pieces of forgiveness
Who will I look to
If nobody finds me
DoRee MelNic 
perhaps …. to those you love and for whom you must learn to forgive – I understand very well what you are saying, it is a path… very difficult – to ask yourself if it is worth it, so difficult it is. I think that yes – well, it’s only an opinion – your poem is very beautiful, very strong
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Your words touch my heart, thank you ❤️
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🙂 you’re so very welcome 🙂 ❤
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Aw, Doree… “Who will I look to/ if nobody finds me”…I don’t know why I’m quoting your words, but I can’t find my own 💚☀️
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There is only one connection in this world like that between and mother and daughter, and I am slowly learning the effects of living without it for oh so long…❤️
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💚💚
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Sometimes our broken pieces of forgiveness just need a dose of grace from another person. Kindness can be a powerful and healing gift to share with others. We just need to reach out and accept it.
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❤️❤️❤️
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