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how it’s done

how it's done

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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