To get over

To what do I owe this cruel twist of fate

A silence in which my enemy partakes

Life changing news, incorrigible dues

can I find it in myself to forgive?

Maybe, not today surely, but maybe

Not to let it control me, not to let myself take it

I’m better than that, and yet

I sit here wishing I didn’t have to

When does it end?

When can I leave it behind

Forever a crater on my soul

The cracks as if buried by a mole

I stitch it up to help the people

But the darkened shines like the light on the steeple