By William Laferriere
unraveling the knots of my heart
(dedicated to the many known unknowns)
Pain, a throbbing pulsation within the chest,
why do you linger? why do you persist?
memories are like thorns,
they pierce the present,
but what if...
what if we could transcend?
forgiveness,
it’s but a whisper in the night,
can I be the balm?
can I transform?
the weight of grudges, so heavy to bear,
& yet letting go feels like falling through white mountain air
who am I without this pain?
my identity seems wrapped in wounds,
and usually in vain,
but forgiveness beckons,
a kind and gentle hand,
offering up a well lit path
for to forgive is to free oneself,
but how? when anger feels like home,
like clay molded around my heart,
familiar, known,
yet suffocating,
leaving me alone
breathe… breathe in forgiveness,