I was deeply hurt
And extremely angry.
What he did to me
Had absolutely no good excuse,
No good reason,
No logic whatsoever.
It was purely selfish.
He surely didn’t think about
The pain and anguish he caused me.
And for those unspeakable crimes,
They locked him up.
But that was so long ago,
And now I’m being asked
To unlock that prison cell,
And give him freedom.
Freedom from what?
Freedom from my pain?
Freedom from the consequences?
Freedom from a guilty conscience?
Could he even possibly change?
And how is that justice,
When I still suffer?
I ask the Heavens to make possible
That thing I just cannot do.
How can I forgive
What I can never forget?
And so, with trembling steps,
And tears upon my cheeks,
I approach that cell
With the keys in my hands.
I look down at my shuffling feet,
The slow measured breaths,
Trying to calm myself down.
I insert that key
Into that elusive keyhole
That seems to defy entry.
I turn it with some effort,
And hear the click of the tumblers,
And the sliding of the bolt.
The door swings open.
I look inside to see my tormentor,
Expecting some acknowledgment
Of my sacrifice.
But instead I acknowledge
My own feelings,
And that ultimate sacrifice.
It is myself inside that cold cell.
I allow myself to leave,
To leave behind the darkness,
And the solitude of misery,
And to finally be free
To live again.
©️2022 John Markham
About the Creator
John Markham
I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.
My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.
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