Forgiveness can be ash in one's mouth
Depending on who is speaking it
Depending on who is receiving it
Depending on who thinks
they should be getting it,
and is not.
But real forgiveness doesn't come
From a place of reluctance
But with an open heart
Meaningful forgiveness
Doesn't drop from the lips
With bitterness or by command
But with a genuine feeling
It is only understood, when felt.
There is no name.
Forgiveness means you have agreed
To stop poisoning yourself,
With your own bile.
For nothing enrages
Those who haven't forgiven
Than those for whom
The past has been laid to rest
And now lives in peace,
It is as spittle in their face
And adds to what cannot be forgiven.
