A Survivor
I was about to depart
the gynae ward
when she called me over.
Sally was troubled:
“Do you have to forgive?”
She'd heard the 'Our Father'
I'd prayed with her neighbour.
Her husband had raped her,
injured her so
she was in hospital.
“There's a time to forgive,
but not now.
He hasn't even said sorry.”
Profound relief
relaxed her face.
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