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