Forgiveness, Despite the Pain
Were it not for an artful forgiveness,
a knowing that drove a necessity home,
circumstances would have glued,
and contention remaining prone
to a further deterioration,
when two diametric opposites
find their direction home.
Never to meet on an equal footing,
never to face beyond words self-serving,
that wall of demarcation deserving,
to not escalate the feud,
instead a forgiveness, an agreement to disagree,
and accept the extremes of viewpoint,
no matter from whom they be.
And in the bitterness of contention,
in the continuing fog of intention,
I must relent my attention,
for the good of my own peace of mind,
the pain of their endless insults and hurt,
the lies and humiliation they imply I deserve,
I cannot buy their understanding,
but I forgive they ignorance.
I throw down my heart,
for they keep treading upon it,
I cannot stop their personal fears and blaming me
for their own incapacity,
and I watch as they rub my face in it,
so vilely intended to hurt,
and I just feel sadness for all the loss,
the love that I thought given,
just another lie from heartless souls.
I could find rage, so easily,
for what all these people have done to me,
but I know it is my tranquillity maligned,
so I see and hear and know from where they come,
and I forgive them as they do not know better,
and I sleep knowing the truth,
yet so many believe the ruse.
A family that was once my own,
have disowned me, for the lies of but a malicious few,
the fear of me sharing their inheritance,
something I never expected, it was never due,
and for their paranoia, I am slighted,
banished from all, forever,
slandered beyond reproach,
someone that did nothing but care
for the elderly, when no-one else would.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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All is well in the spirit. Tony, may each day, each moment, bring you peace and love. Take care, dear friend.
Thanks Phyllis. Cheers!
Go in peace my poet, I too have felt the pain of abandonment. For years it ate at my soul, then one day it vanished. Those heartless souls live in their own hate filled world. I know myself and feel comforted in the truth. The past is the past, the only time it surfaces is in my poetic verse, I have no control over that, my Muse lurks always in the shadows of my past and inspire my to pen such. Losing a family I once had is a very painful hurtful experience, as children their minds were turned against their father, as adults it’s their choice now to find out the truth. I am an open book if they ever decide to seek truth not lies. So my friend don’t bury yourself in anymore guilt, push on upwards and always forward, my advice to you.
Thanks Vincent, and sound advice it is. Thank you my friend. take care.