It is scary to forgive.
It is terrifying.
It is a weakness in me.
It is me saying,
“there is something I need to do
for the people that do me wrong.”
It is me saying,
“I owe something to the people
that stole something from me.”
It is beyond the point
of deceiving myself
into thinking that I can
hold the failings of
another person over
their head.
It is easier
to forgive someone
when I like
the way they make me feel.
It is beyond the point
of thinking that by
taking something
from another person
I will be getting
something myself.
It is admitting that,
when I do not forgive,
I
I I I
am doing something wrong.
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