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The One Percent

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The One Percent

A year and a half

is a strange length of time.

is an odd amount of time.

Long enough for seasons to turn,

Long enough for seasons to change,

for prayers to repeat themselves

for prayers to be repeated

until they sound like breathing,

until they become like breathing,

for wounds to close in places

for wounds to heal in places

no one else can see.

Long enough to learn

how not to chase a door

not to go after a door

that once closed

that once shut

in your face.

I carried the silence

like a small stone in my pocket

never heavy enough to break me,

but always there,

quietly reminding me

of what I chose not to reach for.

of what I chose not to go after.

Some nights I wanted to write.

Some mornings I almost did.

But I remembered the last thing I left behind

a door,

not shut,

not closed,

not open,

waiting for the hand

that closed it.

that shut it.

So I waited.

And somewhere in that waiting

God did His quiet work.

He taught me

that forgiveness is not a performance,

that forgiveness is not a show,

not a speech rehearsed in the mirror,

not a speech practiced in the mirror,

not a victory over someone else.

not a win over someone else.

It is a seed

you plant in the dark

when no one is looking.

when no one is watching.

And when it grows,

you realize the roots

were holding you together

the whole time.

all along.

Then one day

the past walked back into the light.

the past came back into the light.

Not like I imagined.

No thunder.

No dramatic confession.

Just two people

standing in the open air

with the strange humility

of time between them.

You looked different.

Not older

but quieter.

Like someone

who had been arguing

with his own soul

for a long time.

You said you expected a fight.

I expected a few minutes.

Instead

we spoke for two hours

like two men

who had once been brothers

helping each other once again

even with a bleeding heart

You asked a question

that lingered in the wind:

that lingered in the air:

“How do we get

even one percent

of the trust back?”

I didn’t have an answer.

Because trust

is not a ladder.

It’s more like rain.

It falls slowly

over days you don’t notice

until one morning

the ground is green again.

When we hugged goodbye

I felt something strange

not the past returning,

not the future promised,

but a quiet space

where both could exist

without fighting.

without conflict.

And as I walked away

I realized something.

I no longer needed

the story to end

the way I once imagined.

Because somewhere in the silence

Christ had already written

the most important line:

That love can survive distance.

That forgiveness can outlive pain.

That sometimes

God keeps two people apart

long enough

to teach them

how to meet again

without destroying each other.

So now we stand here

not where we started,

not where we broke,

but somewhere in between

where grace lives.

And maybe

that one percent

you asked about

is simply this:

Two people

choosing honesty

over pride,

and letting God decide

what the other ninety-nine

will become.

It’s been a long time

since I’ve said this

but I missed you.

And maybe next time,

we meet like something new

breathing easier,

not weighed down by what was,

but learning each other again

through laughter,

through faith,

through something lighter.

Not the weight of the past,

but the hope

of what we can be

for each other now.

And I want you to know this

you have always meant more to me

than the weight of your flaws.

I’ve never seen you

as someone to turn away from,

but as someone worth understanding.

And somehow, even now,

I still choose to walk beside you in this life,

in whatever way God allows

not out of obligation,

but because something in that bond

never fully broke.

Explanation

The poem 'The One Percent' reflects on themes of time, forgiveness, and reconciliation. It begins by contemplating the passage of a year and a half, a period long enough for significant personal change and healing. The speaker carries a metaphorical silence, a reminder of past choices and unresolved emotions. As they wait, they learn that forgiveness is a quiet, internal process, akin to planting a seed in darkness. When the past reemerges, it does so without drama, highlighting the humility that time can bring. The poem explores the challenge of rebuilding trust, likening it to rain that gradually nourishes the earth. In the end, the speaker finds peace in accepting the present and the potential for renewed connection, emphasizing that love and forgiveness can transcend past pain. The poem concludes with a hopeful message about choosing honesty and allowing divine guidance to shape the future.

Word Dictionary15

Word	In English	Plain (English)	Pron.
strange	unusual	not familiar or expected	strayn-j
seasons	times of the year	periods of the year with distinct weather patterns	see-zuhnz
prayers	requests to God	acts of speaking to a deity	prey-urz
forgiveness	letting go of anger	the act of pardoning someone	for-giv-ness
performance	act	an act of presenting a play, concert, or other form of entertainment	per-for-mans
victory	win	success in a struggle or contest	vik-tuh-ree
humility	modesty	a modest view of one's importance	hyoo-mil-i-tee
trust	belief in someone	confidence in someone's reliability	truhst
ladder	climbing tool	a structure for climbing up or down	lad-er
grace	elegance	simple elegance or refinement	grays
honesty	truthfulness	the quality of being honest	on-uh-stee
pride	self-respect	a feeling of deep pleasure from one's achievements	pryd
obligation	duty	a commitment or responsibility	ob-li-gay-shun
flaws	imperfections	imperfections or weaknesses	flawz
bond	connection	a strong connection or tie	bond

Poet & Context

Poet—

EraContemporary

The poem 'The One Percent' appears to be a contemporary work, but its author is not widely recognized or documented in available sources.

WhenUnknown

WhyThe poem explores themes of forgiveness, reconciliation, and the passage of time, reflecting on personal growth and the healing of relationships.

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

forgivenessreconciliationtimetrustpersonal growth

Literary devices

metaphor: Silence as a stone in the pocket, forgiveness as a seedimagery: Seasons turning, prayers like breathing, wounds closingpersonification: God doing His quiet worksimile: Trust compared to rainalliteration: 'quietly reminding', 'past returning'

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The One Percent

Original Poetry

Translation

The One Percent

A year and a half

is a strange length of time.

is an odd amount of time.

Long enough for seasons to turn,

Long enough for seasons to change,

for prayers to repeat themselves

for prayers to be repeated

until they sound like breathing,

until they become like breathing,

for wounds to close in places

for wounds to heal in places

no one else can see.

Long enough to learn

how not to chase a door

not to go after a door

that once closed

that once shut

in your face.

I carried the silence

like a small stone in my pocket

never heavy enough to break me,

but always there,

quietly reminding me

of what I chose not to reach for.

of what I chose not to go after.

Some nights I wanted to write.

Some mornings I almost did.

But I remembered the last thing I left behind

a door,

not shut,

not closed,

not open,

waiting for the hand

that closed it.

that shut it.

So I waited.

And somewhere in that waiting

God did His quiet work.

He taught me

that forgiveness is not a performance,

that forgiveness is not a show,

not a speech rehearsed in the mirror,

not a speech practiced in the mirror,

not a victory over someone else.

not a win over someone else.

It is a seed

you plant in the dark

when no one is looking.

when no one is watching.

And when it grows,

you realize the roots

were holding you together

the whole time.

all along.

Then one day

the past walked back into the light.

the past came back into the light.

Not like I imagined.

No thunder.

No dramatic confession.

Just two people

standing in the open air

with the strange humility

of time between them.

You looked different.

Not older

but quieter.

Like someone

who had been arguing

with his own soul

for a long time.

You said you expected a fight.

I expected a few minutes.

Instead

we spoke for two hours

like two men

who had once been brothers

helping each other once again

even with a bleeding heart

You asked a question

that lingered in the wind:

that lingered in the air:

“How do we get

even one percent

of the trust back?”

I didn’t have an answer.

Because trust

is not a ladder.

It’s more like rain.

It falls slowly

over days you don’t notice

until one morning

the ground is green again.

When we hugged goodbye

I felt something strange

not the past returning,

not the future promised,

but a quiet space

where both could exist

without fighting.

without conflict.

And as I walked away

I realized something.

I no longer needed

the story to end

the way I once imagined.

Because somewhere in the silence

Christ had already written

the most important line:

That love can survive distance.

That forgiveness can outlive pain.

That sometimes

God keeps two people apart

long enough

to teach them

how to meet again

without destroying each other.

So now we stand here

not where we started,

not where we broke,

but somewhere in between

where grace lives.

And maybe

that one percent

you asked about

is simply this:

Two people

choosing honesty

over pride,

and letting God decide

what the other ninety-nine

will become.

It’s been a long time

since I’ve said this

but I missed you.

And maybe next time,

we meet like something new

breathing easier,

not weighed down by what was,

but learning each other again

through laughter,

through faith,

through something lighter.

Not the weight of the past,

but the hope

of what we can be

for each other now.

And I want you to know this

you have always meant more to me

than the weight of your flaws.

I’ve never seen you

as someone to turn away from,

but as someone worth understanding.

And somehow, even now,

I still choose to walk beside you in this life,

in whatever way God allows

not out of obligation,

but because something in that bond

never fully broke.

Explanation

Word Dictionary15

Word	In English	Plain (English)	Pron.
strange	unusual	not familiar or expected	strayn-j
seasons	times of the year	periods of the year with distinct weather patterns	see-zuhnz
prayers	requests to God	acts of speaking to a deity	prey-urz
forgiveness	letting go of anger	the act of pardoning someone	for-giv-ness
performance	act	an act of presenting a play, concert, or other form of entertainment	per-for-mans
victory	win	success in a struggle or contest	vik-tuh-ree
humility	modesty	a modest view of one's importance	hyoo-mil-i-tee
trust	belief in someone	confidence in someone's reliability	truhst
ladder	climbing tool	a structure for climbing up or down	lad-er
grace	elegance	simple elegance or refinement	grays
honesty	truthfulness	the quality of being honest	on-uh-stee
pride	self-respect	a feeling of deep pleasure from one's achievements	pryd
obligation	duty	a commitment or responsibility	ob-li-gay-shun
flaws	imperfections	imperfections or weaknesses	flawz
bond	connection	a strong connection or tie	bond

Poet & Context

Poet—

EraContemporary

The poem 'The One Percent' appears to be a contemporary work, but its author is not widely recognized or documented in available sources.

WhenUnknown

WhyThe poem explores themes of forgiveness, reconciliation, and the passage of time, reflecting on personal growth and the healing of relationships.

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

forgivenessreconciliationtimetrustpersonal growth

Literary devices