Life Around The Corner

Damage is something that
Unveils itself as time goes by.
After the initial blast
There is no visibility at all.
As the smoke clears
The damage begins to be visible,
And it’s extent becomes clearer.
Moving forward,
The damage unveils itself
Step by step,
Layer by layer.

The further I walk
In my burnt forest,
Forgiveness becomes
A small dot
In the distance.
The more I feel
The burns on my skin,
Forgiveness becomes
An Achilles Heel
Of a fool.

As the damage unveiled itself,
Forgiveness put on a cloak
And rode far away.
The ruins aren’t where
It agrees to reside.