Forgive meA Poem by Mia
Forgiveness is not my problem
Or maybe it is, but not in the
normal sense
I forgive too much, too easily, too often
without accessing the problem
I never think how things must
change
If nothing changes then the need for
forgiveness is inevitable
I forgave him the first time he
cheated
I forgave him all the times after
that
I even forgave him when he snuck
the mistress in my room
When my mother came home early to
surprise him
I forgave him for the Pethidine
again and again
I forgave him when she got sick
and he left me
I forgave him when he did not
come back for me
I forgave him for not even
thinking about me
I forgave him when he took all
her money
And did not send any for
groceries
I forgave him when my brothers’
friends were doing grocery shopping
Just to keep her alive
I forgave him after finding the
pictures of his vacation
With his mistress
I forgave him for lying about not
being able to come home
I forgave him for letting her
die.
I forgave him for inviting his
mistress to the funeral.
I forgave him for taking such
good care of my brother
After he got the same sickness that killed her
The care he just did not give to her.
I forgave him for bringing his mistress
into my mothers’ house
I forgave him for getting his
mistress pregnant.
I forgave him for letting his mistress
tell me on my birthday
The birthday I shared with my
mother
I forgave him for making his
mistress, his wife.
I even forgave him for never
being a father.
It’s not that I am tired of
forgiving.
I just realized that the problem was that he
was never sorry
There was never a moment of regret or shame
with him
If he is not sorry, he will do it again
Does that not make me the fool?
I just do not give him enough
room
To need my forgiveness now
I do not hate him or resent him
I just do not; when it comes to him...I just
do not
I just can't
How many times have I heard
“They can only hurt you as much as you let
them”
How many times have I said it?
Well it’s true!
Life has given me a choice
My life or my father
And I choose life
There is just no room for both
I hope he can forgive me
But even if he cannot
I won’t be around to notice
I love him, I was made to
That comes naturally to me
More naturally then loving myself
But I am learning still
Learning to love him less and love me more
And it will come because I made
my choice, the right choice
The only choice...really
© 2012 MiaAuthor's Note
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Added on September 1, 2012Last Updated on September 1, 2012 AuthorMiaNew Orleans , LAAboutI am a lover. I love music, books, rain, strangers and friends alike. I love being silly and I love having deep intense moments. I love fluffy rainbows and I love dark and twisty. I am a lover. I lov.. more..Writing
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