An Unlikely Prison
As a young girl, my innocence was
taken away from me.
I was defiled by someone who was
supposed to love me.
It went on for years until I screamed
no more.
The one-act caused me to hate myself
through and through.
I didn't love me, how could I, I thought
I was unlovable.
For years I held my head down in shame.
I was suicidal; In hindsight, I didn't want
to die, I wanted the intense pain to end.
I walked around with unforgiveness. I felt
like I had a right to have it,
My abuser deserved all of all the hate
and unforgiveness that I had for him.
He had done me wrong, and it was ok
for me to hate him.
The problem with holding unforgiveness
in your heart is, it's like cancer to your
soul.
It consumed my entire being, and it held
me as a prisoner.
It was no way to live, and I wanted to be
set free.
Forgiving my perpetrator was the key
that set me free.
When I did, I experienced true healing.
Do I condone what he did? Of course
not. Forgiving was more about me
and not him.
Forgiving him was so liberating; That
I found myself and was able to love
and accept me, flaws and all.
Inspired by The Forgiveness contest
05/23/2021
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