how do you forgive the mother, the father, the rapist, the murderer
and all those accused of lesser perceived ‘crimes’?
i once tried to explain it to my mom but words don’t suffice
to paint a portrait of peace and composure
it’s in ones countenance
the breath and the garland
quietly wrapped around
dreams of heaven
it wasn’t that i was raped
it was that i could feel all of their pain at once
and theirs had forever become mine
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