Short poems

Fighting for forgiveness.

Fighting for forgiveness.


They forgave me evidently when I couldn’t forgive myself.

Why wouldn’t they? Surely it’s a pain to find someone else.

I may have my queries but I love what I do.

I love in my loving and of that few people do.

I care open hearted. I’m honest – empathic.

So feeling too much comes a special kind of dramatic.

It’s like capping a thermometer but not stopping the heat.

Like Rocky Balboa beating his meat.

Ā© G.P Williamson 2018