My heart breaks when
They say I'm sorry
My soul reaches to theirs
Wrapping them in forgiveness
I let go of the pain
They've caused,
Disregard their misdeeds
Revenge is not in my blood
Second chance and second chance,
Over and over again,
Giving them freely
Until my being cannot anymore
I am worn,
I am torn,
and I am tired
But forgiveness is
Who I am.
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Words for the Contradictions
Poetry"Here's to all the living, breathing contradictions trying to fit into a world that hates them affectionately and loves them indifferently."~unknown
