Becoming Whole

Forgive—
for telling time is an act of grace,
a soft unraveling that leaves no trace.
The discovery of ill foundations past
recurs as warmth begins to last.

A recovering touch, just a few feet deep,
where the buried memories start to seep.
Deepening the depths, opening wide—
a yearning to heal, to no longer hide.

Fulfilling the need to be complete,
to mend the gaps beneath my feet.
The hole that once held shadows tight
now fills with a softer, forgiving light.

The feeling stirs, a drive to become
more than the sum of what I've run from.
To be whole, not alone, but with all of you—
to break through the dark, to find what's true.

For in the depths where echoes dwell,
I reach for the light, I break the spell.
Forgiveness flows, a river untamed,
a release from the past, unspoken, unnamed.

To be whole is to open, to let love pour,
to fill the void and seek no more.
For what was broken can yet be mended,
a journey of hearts, together ascended.

So forgive, for time is forgiving still—
a path to healing, a quiet thrill.
For in this pursuit, we become more
than we ever were, than we were before.