When The World Is Forgiven
I find peace at last
And then it stops.
Something moves forward
Only to find a new direction.
Revolving around a peril
I breakthrough and begin to fade.
Meaningless images and inaudible sounds
Fill my mind with disease and tension.
Only love can save me now.
Only seeing through the facade of what
I have created can be the only way out.
I have done this time and time again.
But no matter how far I travel it doesn't get any easier.
But now I know how one part of me seems to not want to forgive.
And it is that part I seem to be hanging on to.
And the more I feel burdened and trapped
The more I know I need to let go.
Forgiveness is a gift, not for the world as I see it,
But it is for me to forgive to see myself
And see a new world.