"Contemplation" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
Never Too Late to Apologize
In the quiet stillness of the night,
When shadows stretch beneath the light,
A whisper stirs within my chest,
A truth long hidden, now confessed.
The echoes of the harm I've wrought,
The silent wars my pride has fought,
Rise up like tides against my shore—
I cannot bear them anymore.
I’ve walked a path of stubborn stone,
Afraid to claim the wrongs I’ve sown.
Too proud to bow, too blind to see,
The pain my words have left in me.
But wounds don’t heal in silence kept,
They fester in the tears unwept.
And every bridge I failed to tend,
Lies smoldering, where once was friend.
So here I stand, a humbled soul,
With one small hope to make me whole.
It’s not a boast, it’s not a plea,
But simple, heartfelt honesty:
To you, whose trust I cast aside,
To you, whose love my faults denied,
To you, whose laughter turned to sighs—
I whisper now, "I apologize."
