Forgiving
My love is carved with intensity
My loyalty is meshed in certainty
This is why I avoid offense, every way possible
This is why the weight of forgiveness feels impossible
I’d rather not hurt or make you cry
I’d rather suffer and sulk asking ‘why’
Than to swiftly forgive and maybe regret
Than to quickly confront and then regret
Till I heard the ‘forgiveness’ stories from some survivors of genocide in Rwanda
Till I saw the crude drawings of former Kony child soldiers in Uganda
