I Forgive You
I sent an email this lunch time.
It contained only 3 words: ''I forgive you.''
No comments, no explanations, no but or maybe.
Just ''I forgive you''.
It is my gift, I am not taking it back, I do not want it back.
I have been carrying painful memories and anger for almost a year now.
I am choking under the pressure of it.
The offence was major and repeated, yet today, it struck me that I couldn't keep going on like that.
A friend told me she carries the ghosts of her past in an armoured room in her chest.
The imagery is striking, and the weight of it is palpable.
This unhealthy choice made me aware of what I have been carrying for so long.
Something needed to be done, for my sake and hers.
I felt I had it in me, and that I should take the opportunity to let it out, before my heart hardens again, before the ghosts of the past come haunting me again.
So I wrote those 3 words and sent them.
''I forgive you.''
It is done.
It contained only 3 words: ''I forgive you.''
No comments, no explanations, no but or maybe.
Just ''I forgive you''.
It is my gift, I am not taking it back, I do not want it back.
I have been carrying painful memories and anger for almost a year now.
I am choking under the pressure of it.
The offence was major and repeated, yet today, it struck me that I couldn't keep going on like that.
A friend told me she carries the ghosts of her past in an armoured room in her chest.
The imagery is striking, and the weight of it is palpable.
This unhealthy choice made me aware of what I have been carrying for so long.
Something needed to be done, for my sake and hers.
I felt I had it in me, and that I should take the opportunity to let it out, before my heart hardens again, before the ghosts of the past come haunting me again.
So I wrote those 3 words and sent them.
''I forgive you.''
It is done.
