If there has been misunderstanding here
Is there a way to know for sure I did wrong?
An abyss of uncertainty drains like a sickness
There may never be a way to be certain
So I guess the way forward is the best now
Without closure or understanding it all
If I did something wrong without knowing
I regret it and apologise without reserve
Have words, thoughts, or actions done this?
The wrong meaning, the wrong intent sent
Wounds like cuts to know I may have done this
Too late to change the past, the damage done?
If it is not beyond repair, please forgive this fool
If you will, if you can, if I did not tear it all down …
If
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Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwina day ago in Fiction
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I felt the sorrow
Sad and poignantly, emotionally regretful. We always ask if and it’s such a powerful question. Great work here.