Closure
The words trip and stumble
into the silence of the past.
Reaching, they slip
from my grasp.
I strain to hear
the voice of a child,
lost in the far away fear.
Wrapped in the darkness
she calls to me for comfort,
finally finding peace
in the safety of my arms.
Together we find forgiveness.
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