Forgive her, him, them What for? Healing? Pish! Closure? Posh! Peace of mind? Ha!
Let go Let go of all that is not yours to carry Shame, hate, pain, anger, violence Send it back Send it back
Return to sender What's mine is mine What's yours is yours
Don't fret Ponder Rumage Let go Set yourself free
But forgiveness? Forgive yourself always! Forgive them, him, her? Not your job. None of your business! That his, her, their soul work to undertake
None of your business
Set yourself free By claiming you Your youness Your power Your light Your strength Your happiness
Unburden yourself From carrying the weight of the perpetrator It's not yours to carry It's not your path to walk They wanted you to To join them in darkness To join them in pain To join them in shame To follow their insanity Just Do Not Walk this path
Choose Choose freedom Choose your own path And let go You are not obliged to forgive Send this back to Them, her, him
I don’t have to tread carefully now Because the monster sleeps I don’t have to worry now Because my words will be misused I don’t have to loose sleep now Because I won’t be interrogated
I can breathe now Because there is air again I can dance now Because there is space again I can be happy now Because the shackles have gone I can be creative now Because the judgement was taken I can be productive now Because my brain stopped worrying
I don’t have to hide my strength now Because you would punish I don’t have to hide my smarts now Because you felt threaten I don’t have to hold back now Because you would say no
I can imagine again I can create again I can be productive again I can draw my sword and fight dragons again I can support again I can dance again
I want to rage
I want to rage so fiercely
Like a hurricane ripping up the land
I want to rain fire and brimstone
I want flood the lands with stormwaves tall as mountains
I want to swing my sword cutting through meaningless flesh
I want to scream until your eardrums burst
I want to let go let go of holding back the chaos
And thus
I sit
My back to the wall
Arms wrapped around my knees
Because all I want to rage against
Are dead already
It would be an empty gesture
Poetry by Nathalie 