by Ute Carson
The Jimson Journal, September 6, 2006

She favors the word "sorry"
As if it were a magic wand
Erasing all hurt,
Taking back the past,
Giving life a second chance,
Allowing for remorse,
And burying the story
She never wanted to happen.

But "sorry" can't change
Her deepest self,
Now vacant inside,
Clinging to the cliff
By her fingernails,
As the agony of failure and loss
Courses through her sorry body.

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