AmendsA Poem by SerianaAmends What is
an apology if not absolute? Words on
a page? Letters
in text not received? How,
then, are they different from any other words, letters
blurred in the blended haze on a page… I’m
sorry should be wrapping a person in a fusion of colors, in the
serendipity of a pop-up rainbow. It
should be an extension of a warm hug, tendrils
of touch twining their way in gentle caresses around a hurt heart. It
should be the scent of warm cinnamon, and
chestnut coffee wafting its way into a weary soul. The mellow
sound of wind chimes… gently
brushing against one another upon the slightest breeze The comforting
satisfaction of a melting chocolate on the tongue, erasing
all the reasons for the existence of the apology… What is an
atonement if not true and absolute? I’m sorry,
if not genuinely humble, is
nothing but scrambled eggs, mixed up
letters in a game of scrabbled solitary. © 2020 SerianaReviews
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