Your words like acid
burn my skin.
I reel back, breath knocked out,
a balloon pin-pricked.
It is I think the accumulation
of years of anger.
It is also years of hurt,
one brick of scathing words upon another.
Later, you apologize and I
forgive.
Yet still we are two people locked in
their own prisons of pain.
How to move forward?
Release the anguish...
Another day comes
Fresh with possibilities.
Each day filled with choices
that I must make.
Today will I walk toward
you with an open hand?
Heart-wounded, yet so very
full of the deepest love.
I turn to the One,
beaten, scorned, spit upon.
There my example
stands, full of mercy.
I, the one who in my turn
scorned, and spit upon You.
Yet You, always, with arms open,
take me in, wrap in me Love.
How can I then not
do the same?
Beloved, this one who
hurt me.
I choose to love, move
on, move past.
I choose a new beginning,
push through the barriers.
I take you in, I wrap you
in my love, faulty though it is.
And so I carry on,
reaching for you, not turning away.
Broken and bruised
yet always hoping, healing will come.
