Saturday, September 17, 2016


For throwing me across the room,
I forgive you.
For knocking my glasses off my face,
I forgive you.
For the ripped pictures and the fierce arguments and the empty weight I carry in my heart,
I forgive you all this.
For the nights full of worry and the gnawing doubt,
For the many lessons I had to learn
by crying them out,
For the merciless hand that I dealt myself, too,
toward all this,
I must face the truth.
And the cruelty you can no longer
inflict on me
ceases to matter,
when I grant myself the power I have always had--
to forgive you.