Broken.
Battered.
Confused.
My lips still feel bruised.
Discouraged.
Undone.
Vulnerable.
I quiver in anger, disgust.
Bony finger thrust at you.
Heart mired in distrust.
Hot Coals against you, leaving
my hands blistered, burning.
Grief floods my eyes.
Sadness erupts,
forever behind the molten anger,
running like lava down my face.
Searing.
Seething.
Smothering
smoke fills my vision.
Crashing like waves,
anger and sadness
come in sets.
Chipping away at my shore.
Growing tired,
weary of this graphic novel.
I create something different.
Seeking now a different angle.
Turning my cheek.
I see your fear.
I see your vulnerability.
I see your anger.
Absolved not,
yet better understood.
Rising up now,
out of the ashes.
Forgiveness is the
only grace on this path.
Weight lifts.
Heart returns to growth.
In faith, trust forms anew.
In trust, I begin to see again.
With vision, I begin to love anew.
In my heart, I begin to forgive you.
A new dawn rises.
Sunbeams piercing the darkness.
Light unveils my role in this.
Living again from the heart,
I begin to forgive myself my part.
Namaste.
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