For My Sake


Holding on to my

righteous anger seems easier than

moving toward forgiveness.


Forgiving when there is no

apology feels impossible;

I shriek my victimization –

I am justified, and I am



Fury churns inside me

and I know I am in danger

of myself. The sharp edges of my

anger cut me deeper than the other.

And I don’t wish for blood



My only release is forgiveness.

Or until I can forgive, then

only release.

At the least,