For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle 190
cave, haze, cape, traipse, chains, deranged,
filet, strain, sustain, feign, enflame, exchange
Memories might feign a cape of innocence
as they traipse down a sunlit path,
while some seem to come from a dark inner place.
A deep dank cave where souls might be chained,
filleted like fish, with sharp cutting instruments
made from momentary mistakes in the past.
Can easily enflame a haze of deranged self-hatred
which strains to sustain some permanent mark
of punishment, or even worse: complete destruction.
Exchanging that darkness with the light
of forgiveness allows one to finally see
that no one among us is perfect.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/7/14