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Forgiven; Open the Wound
by Quinlan L Gibson
From the first word, tones and pauses, plausible clauses, unspoken of in years.
Taken lightly, quick to spite myself, in truth I tell and stand marooned.
Presumed and pronounced, destroyed and denounced, time heals and soothes.
Yet what you gain, in GodÂ’s spoken name, does not compete with what you lose.
To forgive, you must open the wound.
12/16/2008 Author's Note: For Cory.
On 3/11/09 this piece was accepted among hundreds of submissions to "Scrawl," the Westminster College literary magazine, published annually. Scrawl is nationally affiliated with the American Scholastic Press Association.
Posted on 12/16/2008
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/17/08 at 05:16 AM Interesting and engaging as hell. In particular, that last line. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/17/08 at 03:50 PM quinn, there is sooo much raw emotion in here and soo much truth. every single line is a punch. absolutely wonderful. i loved it. |
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