Forgiven

Every time I turn,
I seem to hit you.
I feel you give as once again
My feelings lash out.

I see you walking away
Looking over your shoulder
Feeling my pain but
Unable to help.

I confuse you
Showing you sides of me
You never saw before nor
Ever asked to see.

My feelings have bruised you
And the wound is painful to the touch.
God is the salve and with him.
Our friendship can return.

I never meant to bruise
When I lashed out
Only for you to feel the impact
Of my serious feelings.

Let me rub some God
Into that bruise I've created
And perhaps we can yet save
The delicate skin of our friendship.
1986 - Sophia