I Forgive You

I forgive you.

I forgive you for breaking my heart.

I forgive you for leaving me in a pile of shedded tears and shattered dreams.

I forgive you for questioning my love, my heart, my home.

I forgive you for accepting the story.

I forgive you for feeding your aching sorrow, feeding the past that reminds you-you are not enough.

I forgive you for holding onto the pain that shackles you.

I forgive you for losing sight of your power, your passion, your love.

I forgive you.

I forgive you for doubting your home.

I forgive you for trusting the havoc around you to tell you who you are-and who you are meant to be.

I forgive you for the moment your eyes opened and you experienced an imperfect, chaotic, and painful reality and adopted it as your past, present, and future.

I forgive you for losing sight of your peace, your grace, your joy.

I forgive you for accepting your past as your future. For accepting your home as your frightful surroundings. For believing the story that you are and simply never will be – enough.

I forgive you.

I forgive you Shereen.

I forgive you.