The Muses of Happiness

An effort at such, anyway…two years after Betrayal.

Forgiveness

Trying, trying, trying
to forgive,
to keep my heart open.

I don’t know where, what, who you really are.

I cannot forget what you did.
But, I do not think of it every day or most days.

I admit that you are a human being.
And I know that
all humans need love,
all humans need forgiveness from and for.

I cannot give you love,
but I know that you should have it.

I forgive the frailty that is the feeble body.
I forgive the weakness that is the wounded mind.
I forgive the sickness that is the shattered soul.

But these I will always know:
some did not reach out to question or console;
some followed when they could have led;
some were afraid to ask.

The worst were simply evil in the guise of benevolent power.
Narcissus has nothing on you.

Most importantly, I forgive myself.