Chapter 25
the olive branch
Gone was time • poetry collection
i'm sorry.
sometimes it's hard to say,
for the words to escape.
so i hold out an olive branch,
recognizing that it was a mistake,
conveying my penitence and shame.
so please forgive me,
and let us end this meaningless strife,
because there is so much more ahead of us,
in this beautiful gift of life.