You will lay aside your suspicions of me.
Slide the doormat over your back,
be still.
I turn silver coin accusation
between my finger tips
and flip.
The great crime, I ask you,
a civil war inside me,
or you?
My innocence is like this!
Your guilt is a private loss,
but the way you droop confidence
downward, as if the ground
will forgive you,
shows my victory,
and in my voice, forgiveness,
but my gut smirks.
I am a temple of construction.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Words, emotions, imagination and ideas ! absolutely beautiful.have nice day.
Nicely executed in a short space.KB
“A civil war inside me, or you?” Very thought provoking.
You speak of once witnessing a desperation in the eyes and pleading voice of another. I see this too in certain people who live trapped by guilt. Love your piece.
David
🙂 I love this comment because it is words I could not find when I was thinking of this piece. Thank you very much!!
The more I read of you, Maggie, the further I slip…excellent
I just found your blog tonight, and I am so moved by your work. In some ways, your verses remind me of my own. I will be back often. So lovely to meet you!
civil war inside me
or you?
perfect poetry, fantastic line!
I love the last piece–and in my voice forgiveness, but my gut smirks–sometimes it is nearly impossible to completely surrender the ego and not feel a small validation when you’ve been wronged and the doer apologizes. I’m living this RIGHT now–yes indeed–I am a temple of construction. very nice!