Is my heart aching or am I still angry?
Is this ache bitterness, is it protection, or is it both?
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If the bridge between us damaged my soul,
shouldn’t I feel peace when the bridge has been burnt to the ground?
Even if I wasn’t the one holding the match?
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If there is an encounter written in the stars, do I act like I am okay?
Is forgiveness pretending to be okay when under my skin my heart beats faster and my mind silently screams at me to run?
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If forgiveness isn’t synonymous with pretending to be fine, then what is it?
Is it laying your soul at the feet of those same people that trampled on it before?
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Is remembering,
using caution,
being anxious,
holding a grudge?
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How do you dig up the posts that held the bridge if they are too far into the riverbed?
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How do you heal the riverbed so new life can flow into the empty spaces?
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What is forgiveness?
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How do you forget forever?
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