The Fault Was Mine

My mistakes situate themselves in my stomach,
like a private Stonehenge.
Boulders that attract attention-
serving no apparent purpose
except to remind me
of what passed,
and the weight of situations
that I never meant to be.
A numbing, heavy, reminder of intentions
that ache to be understood.
And forgiveness,
light and like the wind,
is the only thing
that can erode
these stones.

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