Forgiveness

What does one do when one is tired of the frequent anger and hatred that floats upon the air?
Does one forgive despite how great they have been wronged?
Or is the etchings of wrong upon one's skin too deep?
What if one does not know how to forgive?
What if one does not want to forgive?
That last memory, her cold eyes stinging your heart and diving deep into the depths of your soul, the part you didn't even know existed
That last memory, is it too strong?
Are you willing to forget and let your hate and anger melt into laughter and happiness?
What if it's too good to be true and it ends before it could begin?
Pondering, pondering, pondering...