Forgive


By stealing from me,
you have stolen from yourself.
Two fractured lives
displayed upon a crystal shelf.
But I can rebuild my life
from the fragments that you left.
I can turn this festering rage in my soul
into something of beauty and again be whole.
I pray that some day you will escape
the withered live you've lived.
That instead of only taking
you will find a way to give.
That you will see what you've become
and find a way to be something else.
That the consequences you've inflicted on us
will burn away your demon like lust.
Lust for money, power, or control
there must be more that stirs your soul.
There is so much to strive for,
so much good left to be done.
I will make a life that will inspire
and bring hope to everyone.

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