It's hard to confess I haven't forgiven or forgotten
I wish I could say I've at least done one
But these shackles are constant reminders
Of what was and wasn't done
How dare you push me into forgiving!
It's easier said than done
Why don't you try what I am doing?
Oh yeah, you'd scream and run
I don't know what I'm waiting for
I have the opportunity
It may be because
I don't have the audacity
One day these shackles will be broken
I just might be free
But until then,
I will live in my defective reverie..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What feeling behind the words and insight into the souls need to forgive and forget or the world around us turns into a clouded nightmare. I felt your emotions as I read, well done!