Poetry written three years ago |
I have served a full life sentence as a prisoner of who I am. It seems that so many have traps that hold me fast and they still catch me from time to time. I have blamed and fought them. I have never really understood why people don't do the best they can and learn to rise above. There is a way to rise above. I won't deny harm has taken place. If I make my peace at last with those who have hurt me. Some call this wisdom. Some call this grace. Can I make my peace at last with the pieces of my past? Is there a way to rise above my past? Can I forgive those who hurt me? I forgive my parents for who they can't be and who they will never be. I forgive those I fall in love with for not being all I wanted. The hardest part of all I forgive myself for not being everything I should have been so many years ago. Time has transformed me into this person that you see before you. There is a way to rise above. I won't deny harm has taken place. If I make my peace at last with those who have hurt me. I will grow from this. Some call this wisdom. Some call this grace. Can I make my peace at last with the pieces of my past? Is there a way to rise above my past? Can I forgive those who hurt me? When I make my piece with the pieces of my past and let go when I forgive. I will look back and see that those things made me who I am today. |