In whispers numbering a thousandfold,

Sorry’s echoed, their resonance cold.

Words hollow, devoid of heartfelt grace,

Trailing pain in an unyielding chase.

A myriad of apologies, each shallow in its grasp,

Reopening wounds, renewing an agonizing clasp.

An unbroken cycle, a tale spun in deceit,

Apologies faltering, an endless, bitter feat.

With each uttered plea, the hurt would replay,

Promises of change, yet pain held sway.

A chorus of sorrys, but no visible amend,

A loop of despair, false empathy to no end.

Mountains of apologies, a fortress of lies,

Camouflaging truth beneath veils and disguise.

A cycle persists, wounds bleeding raw,

A thousand sorrys, an unforgiving flaw.

Empty words fell like raindrops, in vain,

A deluge of apologies, yet nothing to gain.

A saga of remorse, actions left astray,

In a cycle of hurt, sorrys fade away.

Within echoes of a tormenting past,

I found resilience in forgiveness at last.

Despite lingering wounds, a courageous choice,

Leading to healing, emerging with voice.

That solitary act, a catalyst’s spark,

Initiated change amid the dark.

Years later, a heartfelt plea did impart,

Forgiveness and time, healing a heart.

A fractured bridge, once torn and astray,

Miraculously rebuilt, spanning the way.

In defiance of odds, a hand to reclaim,

Uniting hearts lost in pain’s disdain.

—Josh Mullins—

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