He asked for my forgiveness
and in my continuing silence
I found an abundance of long-buried strength.
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Daunted by the conviction of my strength,
and with no more interest in asking for my forgiveness,
he returned my stare with his silence.
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There was nothing golden about our silence.
But in that quiet, there was no weakness in my strength.
And because of that, never will he receive my forgiveness.
~
Forgiveness should never be assumed. His feeble request was met by deserved silence and fueled by my inner strength.
My first ever attempt at a Tritina for YeahWrite.Me