Sometimes I sit here in the dark hoping it all would end.
I wonder how to suck it up, where do you begin?
I think of all the things I've done: is this the reason for the pain?
I am told that forgiveness rules but somehow seems insane.
How can I ask forgiveness, when I have given none?
I wish I was a forgiving soul, but usually want to shun.
So I think the time is here, to drop onto my knee-
Lift my voice to God to the place I cannot see!
Then I felt his presence, and knew I was forgiven.
I know I must give this back, until all is even.
So when someone wrongs you, remember what to say.
I forgive you; don't worry, it will be okay.
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