I've stripped myself and the exposure burns.
Forgiveness is unforgiving,
For what felt like the rebuilding of higher walls, was really my unintentional digging.
These stones are colder, the light is further; I've created walls so strong, so rooted, that grudges were able to grow and trust became dormant.
The slip of safety, the battle of truth and perception, it's here waiting for me.
Walking on the air that is, I'm reminded of the beauty in simplicity, of how fragile each moment is, and how spectacular it feels to accept what has been, to know that it can either continue to be or cease to be.
I've laid my revenge to rest. The truth exposes our faults just as forgiveness exposes our existence. My peace lies in the parts you are reminded to value within me.
My wait has finally seen its end, the worth by which I am measured can no longer find definition by your terms.
If the exposure wills to burn, may it burn as beautiful as the sun, for this feels more like life than the hatred I summoned...
I'm here, forgiving.