Cruel insults slither
from your lips
poisonous
Sparks destined to
burn down
my forest of
self-worth
leaving behind ashes
of humility
hurt
resentment
the ghost of what
could have been
years of happiness
confidence
what I could have been
could have done with
those lost years
all blowing away in
the wind
Then
seeds of reprieve
slowly reviving my
forest
my dignity
fuller and more
majestic
rising from the ruins
Renewed
Strengthened
Like a broken bone
that has healed
More durable than
before
Wisdom
Compassion
Mercy
The fruit of my
forest
Muddy grudges washed
away
by the clear waters
of joy
I recall your poisonous
pained words
spoken through
trembling lips
your dampened eyes
that refused to shed
a tear
And I forgive you
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