The Weight of Forgiveness
Lightness
Freedom
And just a touch
of moral superiority
Isn’t that what we’re
meant to get
from forgiveness
Wrongs released
and hurts mended
Rivers crossed
and ramparts of
differences breached
But what if that
isn’t the case at all
What if by giving forgiveness
we don’t un-weight but instead
yoke ourselves down with
the burden of it
by keeping ties instead of cutting
we find ourselves lashed
with rope that chokes and cuts
and grinds its filament fibers
into our skin, leaving
wounds we can’t see
at least until that slightest of
skin cracks fills with
infection and rot
What if we don’t give
forgiveness but instead
take on a heft
far heavier
harder
more forever
than the hurt
we are meant to
absolve
can gilding a dead
flower cost more
in preservation and
effort expended
when the kindness
is to return it
as the cycle
dictates
and not lug it
around and molten
monument
to what’s lost
and what to do instead
forget
walk until there
is no more land
and no more steps
and no more words
to fill empty space
and replacement poxy
for broken hearts?
What if the
matter of forgiveness
isn’t the grace of air that
Elevates is
but the
drowns us
