Forgiveness

Forgiveness is not forgetting

it is the trembling hand

unclenching stone by stone,

the quiet choice

to no longer bleed

for someone else’s wound.

It is the sunrise

after the longest storm,

light touching scars

not to erase them,

but to remind them

they survived the night.

Forgiveness is a river,

slow and sacred,

carving mercy

through jagged earth,

teaching even broken places

how to bloom again.

It does not excuse the fire,

nor silence the pain

but it releases the ashes

so the soul can breathe.

To forgive

is to gift yourself

the freedom

of softer tomorrows,

to loosen grief’s grip

and open your heart

to peace.

For in forgiveness,

we do not surrender

we rise,

carrying wisdom

instead of chains.