A great many things
Cause me shame, angst
A life filled with regrets
For actions taken
Hurtful words spoken
Acknowledgments left undone.
Today, though, I realized
That my apologies
Sincere, genuine, raw and heartfelt
Were greedily accepted, perhaps gleefully so,
By those who had flung their own arrows.
Their tarnished memories failing to recall
How they excluded
Mocked and judged me.
Looking down on me, still
Yet receiving my mea culpas
While never offering their own.
I wonder: Does this make me unworthy?