Please forgive me
says the shadow
in the corner of her childhood,
the hands that stole
the only thing that was hers.
She considers his words
with a knot in her chest,
tries to believe in a redemption
she doesn’t owe him.
But it isn’t a gift
wrapped in pretty paper;
it’s a battle,
fought in the silence
of a woman grown
who still feels
the little girl's fear.
Maybe one day,
she’ll find the strength.
Or maybe the price of freedom
will be letting his words echo,
never granting absolution.
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