A full stop always ends a sentence.
The flow of words and phrases,
Flowing freely from
an endless spring,
Need to learn how to stop,
Left to themselves they are unwise,
Blathering on thoughtlessly,
But, someone needs to know
How to make the mark that signifies
enough is said.
Too many words pass without pausing
not stopping to think of the gouges scored,
Through the pages of my story,
Too late a fatal wound is struck,
The final lash the lightest touch,
Love dies slowly for the lover,
Eked away by too many words,
Slow death caused from erosion,
Forgiveness is its full stop.
Marking when hate’s time is up.
Forgiveness allows a page to be turned,
In a book where I choose
A blank page to begin again
Or, to continue the story
repeating the already read pages.
Forgiveness is the transition from what
shaped everything till now,
A new page the marker that
forces me to go to a new chapter,
The full stop offering a fresh start,
With the next words I choose.
