Forgiveness


Forgiveness...
A word, a line,
Something to say in order to move on.
Do I mean it? Do you?
Can we truly just walk on and act as if all is ok?
I forgive but cannot forget, so do I truly forgive at all?

You act like nothing ever happened.
I watch you with her, with them, holding their little hands
Ensuring them they are safe to grow up in the cruel world.
Have you changed enough to keep them safe?

They look up to you with hopeful eyes and trustful hearts.
A harsh past not too far behind.
You took them in with open arms and promised that things would change.
Have you grown enough to deliver?

How many chances do you get to get it right?
How long will it take before they, too, are forgotten and pushed aside?
No, not this time… This is different, born of guilt and need.

I’m old enough now to keep my head high and pretend things are fine.
We get together and fake a life that never happened…
A set of years that never existed.

I do not hold it against you.
How can I when the rug has been walked over time after time?
I can’t even state it hurts any longer,
As I’ve been numb for so long.
My mind holds the file tight, though,
Keeping my body and heart prepared.

With this said,
I guess I can forgive
Even though I can’t forget.

Copyright © December 2009 - Heather Cacciatori