forgiveness

What to do?

/ Nancy Ann (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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What to do?
Have you ever wanted to talk to someone who you are mad at?
Have you ever waited a while and found out you are not as mad as you were before?
Then have you ever thought, maybe they should talk to me first.
Then have you ever thought, maybe I am better off without this person in my life?

What does forgiveness entail?
Do I have to tell them I forgive them?
Do I have to explain why I was upset?
Do I have to beg the person, even though I think I was the one in the right?

Why can’t I let things just be?
Why can’t I let things rest?
Why can’t this be easy?
Why can’t I be normal?

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Time to Move on

/ Nancy Ann (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / 3 Comments
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I hang on longer than most. 
My hands will bleed, blisters will form.
Scraps and cuts do not bother me.
But once I am done, I will not go back.

My skin is torn, there is blood on my shirt.
My grip is tight, it strains my arms.
I call out for help, as the grip loosens.
But once I am done,  I will not return.

It might take several times, it might take years. 
The scars will heal, the blisters fade, but the memory lives on.
 I hold on again, but I do not stay long. 
But once I am done, there is not going back,

I hung on longer than you did.
My hands bleed and the blisters broke, 
But once that branch breaks, I am done.

You can only hang on to people for so long.
Before you lose your grip. 
You look at your hands and remember how pretty they were,
Before the blood, scars and blisters.
You remember how happy you were once, 
And you know it is time to move on.

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Seventy Times Seventy

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You push me away,  
And keep me at bay.  
Over and over again,  
The same old song plays. 

Seventy times seventy.  
That's what they say.  
Forgive and move on,  
Until a new dawn.  
You push me away  

But I pray every day.  
I know your heart  
You're dying inside.  

Seventy times seventy  
That's what they say.  
Forgive and move on  
Until a new dawn.   

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Forgive

/ Nancy Ann (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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Why do we let the same people hurt us over and over again? 
Why can't we see what's coming at us? 
Why can't we move out of the way and not let that train hit us? 
We hear the train racing down the track. 
We let it hit us, time and time again. 

We get hit so many times, that we say 
It's ok. 
I'm used to it 
or it's fine. 
Then we apologize to the person who hurt us. 

Time and time again the same scenario 
Forgive and forget 
Forgive and move on 
But are your walls now up? 
Are you cautious now? 
Or do we let the same pain and suffering in again? 

Why do we forgive and why do we let people back in? 
It is fair to let people in, but only at a distance? 
Does it make us an awful person to not allow them back in? 
Does grace mean letting them in too? 
or does it just mean not carrying the anger around with us? 

We offer compassion but where is our bliss? 
Where’s our peace and joy? 

Do we protect ourselves, or for the sake of grace, allow them back in. 

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