The Process of Forgiveness

Blank Canvas

The identity before reaches out

black arms

shadow hands

grabbing at

pulling back

the identity to be.

I'm in between

passive

watching it play out

fear roots my stone feet

I close tired eyes

I hear silence

tired of stuck

I inhale deep

a fire lights within.

Exhaling

eyes open

the space around is lit

ribbons of colour.

Tentatively I pluck

turning, folding my here through the fingers

the identity before pauses

I've struck a cord.

Fear moves 

from my feet

mouth opens

"no. stay small."

I pluck another ribbon

weaving it with the first

I move forward

the identity before stuck behind

mouth open

"no. don't leave me."

pleading

fearful eyes

"I need you. 

I don't want to be alone."

I turn

facing fear

I whisper

colours swirl

"I'm not leaving.

I am growing."

"You are loved.

Always a part of me."

Blank canvas

black slate

identity before

identity to be

the in between

my here to create.