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Forgiveness

You don't deserve it.

By Sara WynnPublished about a month ago 1 min read

What can I say?

I loved you anyway,

even after I lay

naked in your arms,

outlining my scars,

and you sliced open

the wounds again

anyway.

-

I am a human.

How could you do that?

I am a human.

-

I said, "This, right here,

this is where it hurts."

And you took your knife

and you took your turn,

gave it a twist.

Blamed me for it.

I should have seen it.

I deserved it.

-

But I didn't,

did I?

I didn't deserve this.

-

That was evil,

very selfish

what you did.

In the face of

grief

and death,

you satisfied

your flesh

and fled.

You have no respect.

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I have no choice

when it comes to

forgiveness;

He commands it.

You don't deserve it,

but I do,

so I can be free of this.

-

How dare you give me

so much to forgive.

I have work to repeat

every day

for as long as I live.

You took advantage.

Predator. Savage.

I am a human.

-

God bless you

with wisdom.

Amen.

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About the Creator

Sara Wynn

"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,

and no one knows what intelligent life is."

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    Written by Sara Wynn