My heart weeps
in its solitude
of abandonment
and broken trust.
My soul cries out
to thee
as I sit
in silent isolation,
staring at the pool
of tears at my feet.
Why?
Always, why.
The unanswered question
hanging in the air.
Why?
There will never be an answer
that satisfies the pain within
and hurt inflicted,
by choices made,
in a past long gone.
What then is one to do?
The response flies in,
a murmur on the air,
forgive it whispers.
A small word,
and yet, at times,
the most difficult of tasks.
Forgive, the voice implores,
forgive,
forgive.
Unleash your pain
and release it,
letting it soar
on wings,
away from your dilapidated self.
Only then
can healing begin,
and sorrow be left behind.
Only then,
can scars fade,
and love commence.
Forgiveness,
the response,
to the ones that harmed.
Forgiveness,
to open the doors
of happiness and joy.
Forgiveness,
God’s gift to us all,
a sacrifice,
and a lesson,
wrapped in love
The word itself
seems foreign
on an injured heart.
The idea,
at times unbearable
to conceive.
Yet, without it
one remains stuck,
hurt turns to bitterness
and darkness
settles in.
It is in the forgiving
that we let go
and rediscover ourselves.
Yet, I know,
have always known,
forgiveness will come,
and I will give it freely,
but, until then
my heart weeps.
© Leslie C Dobson
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