You aren’t sorry.
And why should you be?
These bricks that I’ve carried
Ever since you abandoned me
They burdened my delicate heart.
But left yours untouched.
I was mad at you.
And the pain killed me
From the inside out
I wanted you to feel the same way
But I realize that it doesn’t matter now.
You can be sorry.
Or you can’t.
It makes no difference.
So guess what I did.
I took those bricks.
The ones that pressed against my heart,
And one by one I held them high.
Then I whispered three simple words.
“I
Forgive
You”Then I buried those bricks
In the deep ground
To be forgotten.
And now the healing can begin.
The pain from what you did
Still lingers
But every day I whisper
Those three simple words
And every day I heal a little more.
Artist: Rebecca Robles School: North Allegheny |
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