Travel Not with a Wounded Heart
I carried my anger at you
like a sword in my heart
I knew if I pulled it out
I would bleed.
I didn’t bother trying to remove it.
I just left it in there.
The steely cold of the blade
chilled my blood
as it entered my weakened heart space.
The anger crossed blades with the bitterness I also kept there.
How could you be so cruel?
Don’t you care about anyone but yourself?
I silently hated you for so long.
I hoped you would learn your lesson.
I wished terribly things on you
out of my own bitterness and pain.
A third sword is kept there,
in the folds of my heart.
Fear was its name and it was a nasty blade
with a serrated edge and a blood groove.
I couldn’t stop the bleeding, even if I tried.
Fear is effective that way.
I thought I’d have to carry these three swords forever.
I thought only you could remove them.
and I thought…
Until one day I felt something.
A tingle. A warmth.
The sensation spread and I realized it was time.
Time to pull out the swords and begin the healing process.
An angel came to me and whispered the secret spell
that would release me from my suffering.
“Forgive them” she murmured.
Then, I cried.
Why had I carried this pain with me for so long?
I grabbed the hilts and one at a time I removed them…
I forgive you.