When The World Is Forgiven

Something starts

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.