This is forgiveness.
11 letters strung together to make up a weight so heavy I'm crushed beneath it. Whoever said forgiveness is easy must not have had much to forgive. Thousands of sentences strung together, the ink too heavy for paper.
This is forgiveness.
It's shoved into my hand. I'm told I need to give it to you. A closed envelope, sealing the deal.
I open it.
This is forgiveness.
Words I've said but don't mean. Words I should have swallowed instead of bled. Scrawled out as hastily as I want to leave. The paper in my hand feels familiar but the word in my head doesn't so I tear them both to shreds
This is forgiveness.
A word long overdue. A word still not ripened yet.
Something I hold but do not feel. Something I give without emotion. Something I choose to toss aside
This is forgiveness
And what you must understand,
is that it's mine to hold. .
I'm sorry for you.
— z. gamieldien.
