We talk of forgiveness in whispers and sighs
Soft words wrapped in ribbons, tied up with a farewell
We nod, we smile, says “it’s in the past
Yet deep in the shadows, the echoes hold fast
Do we truly let go, or just hide the scar
Never seen in the day, keeping it secret
But a grudge is a whisper, it’s a seed that will grow
It’s a debt we pretend we no longer owe
We wear the right face, say the right words
But in the dark of the night we recall
Tracing back the wound, reliving the pain
And plan silent justice to balance the blame
To forgive is to walk where the heart fears to go
We can’t silence the ghosts that live in our head
Do we release, set it free
Or does the past decide what will always be?
Perhaps to forgive is not to forget
Not to deny, erase, even rework
But we can stand in the ruin and loosen the chain
To say “you hurt me, but you hold me no reign”
So, do we forgive, or just say the right words
Do we carry our burdens or lay them down?
In the end it’s a choice we must make
To cling to the fire, or step past the ache.