Learning to forgive In quiet of day
Exile in locked rooms
For lies one did not say
Those who set forests afire
Soothsayers going off the mark
Layers of my innocence
Peeled in the dark
Learning to forgive Poems
lost to blase ears
Before my searching eyes
The meteor disappears
The books missing pages
Letters I thought came for me
I cicle melting in hot palm
A forgotten melody
Learning to forgive
In the quiet of day
Hands that held my infant form
Turned forever from me, away.