Black and White

Hmmmm....working on an idea here. It's not 'done' but I'm not up to editing it further. 'It's my blog and I can post incomplete gak if I want to.'


Soft caresses and bruised thighs.
Dented walls and gentle sighs.

Forgiveness is a difficult concept. How does one begin the process of forgiveness? "I forgive you." These words, uttered with intent and infused with feeling are just words. What do they mean?

Let it go and don't look back.
Knick and Knack and Paddy Whack.

"I forgive you for . . . ." For what exactly? Ripping the rug out from under my feet? Violently changing the course and direction of my life? But out of this violence came somthing beautiful. A birth. Two births. Rebirth.

Childhood rhymes set to repeat.
Simple chords, a vibrant beat.

"All is forgiven." A blanket statement that covers all bases. Does forgiveness lead to trust? What does it really mean to lose trust? Is trust possible after it's been broken? How can one negotiate without trust?

Rainbows painted large and bright
Remind us that it's never just black and white.