Forgiveness

Searching for myself
Beneath the rubble
of my former happiness,
Only to find
Where the broken hearted wanderer
Hides guilt filled tears,
As I wonder which shadow
Hides the child,
Quivering in fear of trust.

Understanding walks among us,
Kissing us upon our brows,
Giving wisdom
No one wants to own.

We do not desire
To know the weaknesses
of the human heart,
Or the strength of those
Who have broken
the strongest will,
Answers cannot give comfort
Cannot change the way we feel.

We ache for the arms of compassion,
For things lost to be restored,
Healing for the shattered heart,
Mending for a wounded soul.

Yet, even still...

That is not enough...

For the search continues,
As I look for that part of me
That is still buried,
And the wanderer searches
For peace and relief
From his many sorrows.

While the child sits waiting...

Hopefully...

For a light

That will vanquish

The shadows within us all.