intentions

Sometimes we bring each other sorrow.

That no apology can suffice.

 

When our own pain swallows us;

we are the bitter pill.

 

We fight; then ask for forgiveness.

Declaring it the last time.

 

Until it recurs;

and there we go again.

 

But this cycle needs to be broken.

Soon;

before it shuts us down.

 

©Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2006

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