Said

Guilt is an absence
Of power after sound waves
Drift away to solemn silence,
Though words, you cannot
Eliminate, never unsay.
Wrestling with space, time,
Speech, a broom swept astray,
But sonic booms mark
Days even thundering
Out of consciousness;
Mirroring back damage,
Only forgiveness fortifies
Love with harmony, to manage
A million tiny rips, and stay.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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