Forgive My Silence

Dear December, Forgive my silence, I’m still bleeding from the lacerations, I still hear the echoes from our confrontations. So much was lost in translation, though I’ve been healing in isolation. Warm is the smile, when you stretched your arms with compassion, understanding that not everything is black or white. As I’ve learned about life: it goes on. and In the midst of the somersaulted journey, I still remember those who boosted my sanity, when September sorrows slayed my spirits, as I slowly severed my thorns, to watch them drown in a sea of broken breaths, whilst perpetually praising the painters’ pain, and the abstracts of architects articulating a peaceful pathway, although I still dwell on the regrets from strawberry fed wolf moon, the night when my heart yearned to be heard, as I delicately smeared my emotions across clementine and cranberry twilights, in hopes of forgetting withered willows, whilst letting it melt Honeysuckle vines, with hues of the sangria sky reflecting ever so softly, showing me reasons to believe again in better tomorrows, for there is a rainbow aching to glow after every storm, and there’s far too much to be grateful for in this life of delirium, so shall we allow this winter to be the seed of warm light and water~ forgive the stars that veiled their silver, as fate turned her back on our garden, let memories float in paper boats of lilac feathered forgiveness, along the river of reconciliation. Let’s flow and flourish together, leaving behind an aroma so divine on cashmere sweaters, with unwritten poems tucked beneath velvety pillows, that tasted so many tears, and have seen too many vanquished fears.