I Finally Understand What Forgiving Oneself Means Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Someone asked if anyone in the room played piano
And I wanted to speak up and volunteer
But I don't know how to play piano

And I am not bursting with any further pungent analogies
"Don't be tiresome" The stained, worn out dove projects his own worn out stained self

There is probably some very real criticism
That would fit things we didn't attempt, things we didn't accomplish
Failures of the life altering kind
Failures of the very personal kind

But the choir of herniated disks blasts "forgiveness"
Drowning out the self-recriminations of denied Caligula and someone who could have been the President of the United States Of America