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Tears of glass splinter, threats exchanged
Paper walls structured, pretend accords signed,
I’m guilty, but I’m not alone —
I’ve learned to apologize when the stubborn refuse.
When their words of ire as fire singe,
Blacken each day with poison deranged.
Refusing to talk, barricaded in your fortress of white noise;
Pushing alliance ‘neath plush 1960 tree-green piles.
Values and assumptions, lumps and bumps,
Consider other perspectives, act beyond perceptions; no more spats without, “I’m sorry for every hurt.”
But we’ll pretend, and if I speak it, the truth doesn’t count.
Children never learn, it’s the adage that chokes you.
It’s never right to not forgive; it’s a flaw in us.
Your grudges are deep, and your reflections skewed,
Forgetting your words, a problem in a string of failures, things I can’t do.
So, you’ll impose and push, no comprehension of what’s suffered —
Boarders not to cross.
What can I do? It’s what you’ve instigated;
So, I kept myself hidden, avoided your target.
And still, we don’t deal in forgiveness, you never admit fault;
I hate you for it, because sorry heals a plenitude of wounds.
But for you it’s just a word, a paltry thing you won’t offer.
You crowd and yell, murmuring old woes, not peering past crumbs and specs;
The film catches, tulips budding now sputter,
The screen pauses, flickers and they fade.
Defective film clicks, cracked as hearts malnourished.
Every family unhappy, in a vicious cycle reacting to our childhood days.
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