The Definition of Forgiveness
Posted on November 7, 2011 with 0 comments
She's made mistakes, yes. Big ones. Big, sloppy, messy, sprayed mud all over your white pants mistakes.She broke your trust, your heart, your faith, she must be punished.But the punisher is inside herAnd you have no control over the whippings, and the beatings and the condemnationBut you want retributionSo you take it out on others in your circle - like me
You think you can unfurl the grasp she has on people you loveShove her to the ground and make her disappear.But, guess what? She's still here.And she deserves to be here.She has physically hurt no one but herself.She has lied to protect those around her.She has confused neediness with love.And she is learning the difference.
Despite your rage and your disgustShe will growShe IS growingAnd soon - in terms of a lifetime - she will thriveShe is surviving and nothing will hold her backExcept herself.
And you. have. no. control.
Your disgust scares me.
The bile you emit - vomit - all over my heart - burns holes in it.And you're not even ashamed.You haven't looked in the mirror once since she burned you.
You're telling yourself stories about her.Stories to make yourself feel better about being made to look like an asshole.
And what if you're rightAnd she's poisonAnd she begins to destroy the thing you loveWhat will all this negativity do then?
'I told you so?'
Where's the love?Where's the compassion?Where's the hope?Where's the encouragement?
You are stuck in a cycle of anguish and angerAnd if you'd just take a day and stare into the mirrorYou'll spy that inside the shine in your eye Is a sprig of forgiveness for yourselfThat could lead to forgiveness of herAnd freedom from the rageAnd clarity of your genuine priority.
But who am I?Just someone who's crossed paths with you.No more important than the homeless beggar on the streetSo, I'll respect you as you sit in your seatAnd bow to your wishes of imaginary vanishesBut from your table I will not eat.
You think you can unfurl the grasp she has on people you loveShove her to the ground and make her disappear.But, guess what? She's still here.And she deserves to be here.She has physically hurt no one but herself.She has lied to protect those around her.She has confused neediness with love.And she is learning the difference.
Despite your rage and your disgustShe will growShe IS growingAnd soon - in terms of a lifetime - she will thriveShe is surviving and nothing will hold her backExcept herself.
And you. have. no. control.
Your disgust scares me.
The bile you emit - vomit - all over my heart - burns holes in it.And you're not even ashamed.You haven't looked in the mirror once since she burned you.
You're telling yourself stories about her.Stories to make yourself feel better about being made to look like an asshole.
And what if you're rightAnd she's poisonAnd she begins to destroy the thing you loveWhat will all this negativity do then?
'I told you so?'
Where's the love?Where's the compassion?Where's the hope?Where's the encouragement?
You are stuck in a cycle of anguish and angerAnd if you'd just take a day and stare into the mirrorYou'll spy that inside the shine in your eye Is a sprig of forgiveness for yourselfThat could lead to forgiveness of herAnd freedom from the rageAnd clarity of your genuine priority.
But who am I?Just someone who's crossed paths with you.No more important than the homeless beggar on the streetSo, I'll respect you as you sit in your seatAnd bow to your wishes of imaginary vanishesBut from your table I will not eat.