Notes from Exile: Forgiveness
Log/Verse: daily reflections from prison, written every morning at my bunk. Part poem, part log book.
Yesterday in Justice Notes, I reflected on the complicated terrain of forgiveness—how elusive it can be for both victims and offenders. Today’s Log/Verse continues that theme with a poem I wrote during my incarceration, capturing the impossible grace we long for and the haunting silence when forgiveness never comes.
FORGIVENESS
There really is no
other cure for
us.
But who among them
would forgive
me.
We fall to a place
of impossible
grace.
Our punishment a dream
from which we
never wake.
One by one every sin
accounted for,
every apology
cursed.
Forgiveness foreclosed,
even from
myself.
You can read the entire collection of poems, titled A Different Kind of Hell, published by Moonstone Publishing.