The wound still aches, a whisper of your name,
A tethered scar, etched deep with burning shame.
You breached the wall I built with stones of trust,
Leaving me shattered, scattered into dust.

Yet, here I stand, with open arms outstretched,
An olive branch, a fragile peace confessed.
Not for your sake, but mine, this choice I make,
To shed the chains of anger, for my own heart’s sake.

Forgiveness, not forgetting, but a gentle shift,
To mend the broken pieces, with a hopeful lift.
It may be foolish, some may say I’m weak,
But holding onto hurt, only leaves my spirit bleak.

I invite you back, not to erase the wrong,
But face the truth, where we both may belong.
To understand the reasons, mend the fray,
And build a bridge, where trust might bloom someday.

This path I choose, is fraught with uncertainty,
But holding onto hate, keeps me a prisoner to thee.
So with a prayer, a whisper on the breeze,
I hope this choice of mine will bring me inner peace.

For even though you hurt me, deep and true,
The chance to heal resides within us two.
And though the scars may linger, ever faint,
I choose to rise above, and paint a future, unconstrained.