Redemption

Standing on the ledge

Hope’s seams are quickly

Coming loose

For it carries its own remains

In a collection of thumb sized stones

Smooth and silky

Jagged and dirty

Each a pricking a rememberance of surrender

Mistakes and regret

Knock together

And I feel my threads

Stretching to contain one more hope

That will not be fulfilled

…

I reach down through the layers

To the very beginning of it all

Fingers scraping against guilt and regret

Tired wishes and battered dreams

I find one

Perhaps a faded motivation

Or just an opportunity now shut and locked

A flick of the wrist

And I send it sprinting across

The glossy surface of the water

Until it sinks without complaint

One stone by stone

I let them sink away

Into the watery shadows

Of my now forgiven past