Forgiving the Unforgivable

In the shadows where whispers dwell,

Lies a heart once bound by chains of spite,

Echoes of words like poisoned arrows,

Stung my spirit, dimmed my light.

Yet here in stillness, I find my way,

With hands outstretched to the pain I feel,

I gather the shards, the broken dreams,

And weave with grace, the threads of real.

Forgiveness is not a gift, but a choice,

Freeing my soul from the weight I bear,

With each verse penned, with each breath drawn,

I rise anew, beyond despair.