Forgive
It has been said
Forgive and forget
That time can heal all wounds
What happens to forgiveness when it gets turned around?
It seemed so easy, I forgive you
Of course I do
Until one day
That wasn’t true
The gash over time
has in fact
like a festering necrotic wound
Shown itself
Opened up
Slowly eaten away at me
No dressing or ointment to soothe its angry burning
The longer I ignored it’s itch
Tried to carry on like every thing was fine
The larger the fester grew
A stinking rot
Overwhelming my life
My senses dulled by terror and pain
Finally I realized I DON’T forgive you
It is ALL your fault
You handed me trash and scraps told me “build a life from it.”
Now you laugh at the poor woman living in the pile of garbage.
No more!
Never again!
K. B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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