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
gratified.
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
anyway.
My only release is forgiveness.
Or until I can forgive, then
only release.
At the least,
release.
Carolyn Bergey
/ December 12, 2016I feel you and I love you.