How do I do it?
How do I bring myself to forgive when the very thought makes my heart sizzle with pain
They speak about it as if the most obvious thing talking about understanding me
Wallahi they don't understand
It's a load greater than the heaviest mountain
It's pain burns hotter then fire
Yet we have to brave those feelings, emotions in order to forgive
How? Really?
None of them in actuality know because they can only preach
Has there ever been anyone who survived enough to tell the tale?
Perhaps not because they were all buried alive before they could speak
Or judged as if they were the culprit
It were all akin to death
Really am I asked nothing but to let this destroyed heart die further in the name of forgiving
Is it really nothing else but dying twice by the hands of the same criminals?
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
