To forgive
is to tame your temperament
into quiet sobriety,
to summon your character
from the depths of wrath
and to conquer your disposition
and its self-righteous need to suffer.
It is to rally them together
and order them to release
their white knuckled grip on yesterday.

It is to free those hands
to carve down your calcified pride
and to till the soil beneath,
it is to cut a seed from your most tender parts
to bring it forth as a garden
and then to offer up its fruits with open hand.

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