How is it that we can we turn on ourselves the way we do?
Why would we put these sharp knives in our own backs?
What purpose do we have in removing the cornerstone that our inner
strength rests on? To watch it all come crashing to the ground below.
How could we ever think that there was a reason for prosecuting our own
hearts the way that we did?
So many steps we have taken, and all the while we tripped ourselves with
the intent to place our ashamed faces to the dirt.
I have asked myself these questions in secret, and I know that you did
as well.
There seems to be no real answer, but the idea that we needed to purge
ourselves through the fire of our own trials, in order to become the new people
that we feel we should be, seems to resonate the closest.
I felt all this weight rain down on me, and I watched helplessly as it
rained down upon you as well; this rain that burned our weakness away, this
rain that uncovered our strength and our hope.
I struggled to read the words I had always struggled to write, but the
change inside that came from the trials I had endured, and the trials I had
overcome, have given me a strength and will I had never known, and now these words
bleed freely upon the page for all to see.
These words that I have choked on for years.
These words that even you couldn’t swallow yourself.
These words that act as a catalyst for the healing process.
These words that act as a northern star to a better day.
Finally, I can spill these powerful words onto the page…
"I forgive me"
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