losing our grip on purpose

By Florence-Susanne Reppert

I speak
of forgiveness as if I could

S t i t c h

The word into my veins
and bleed it into existence.
As if I could let what you’ve done
flow into the basin
and be washed down the drain
with all the muck I scrub off of my skin.
As if your hate is nothing more than grime leftover from a day I’m tired of living through.

I want to weave forgiveness into a cape.
Sling it over my shoulders
and hide the pain from view.
But until then
I stitch.
And bleed.
And wish.

 

Florence-Susanne Reppert is an ex-Lehigh Valley resident and currently resides in Monroe County. They run/own Poetry as Promised Literary Magazine and Cohost Nowhere as Promised Open Mic in Allentown PA. They are a Photographer, Poet, Parent, and lover of sloths. 

You can follow them everywhere except in real life under Schizo_trash_poet.