I could wish every curse ontoThe beings that wounded me
That their egoism would come back
Upon them in threefold consequence
I could recite every misdeed
Evoke every hurt
Reiterate every tale of malevolence
Instead, I choose to forgive
The beings that wounded me
To remove their poisonous darts
Imbedded within my heart
And return that venom with love
I shed their cruelty like a coat of skin
And step into the sunlight
Choosing the path of peace instead of revulsion
Embracing grace and liberating me…
© July 2009
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