Forgiveness

Dark is the night that comforts me,

And gray does the morning dawn

With rainclouds holding vigil near,

Striped across the sky beneath the sun.

Dark do the shadows come for me

And stray on the warming lawn

But fade, evaporating clear,

Wiped away as hatred comes undone.

 

This poem is another one where, when I started writing, I didn't know what the theme was going to be. Eventually, the idea of a dark night and gray dawn transforming into a warm, renewed morning seemed to parallel the feeling of forgiving - of letting go of the hate you've been holding to move forward anew.