It was time to let the bygones to be bygone,
And this they meant from the cockles of their hearts.
They felt that the injuries they had to endure were done,
It was too much to think over again about the hurts.
They avoided any thoughts bearing a grudge,
To start stressing over the bitterness would be crass.
Thoughts of unforgiveness would once again make them judge
And this will start the sullenness from the grass.
It was too much to think about the hurts again,
After all they felt that it was weakening.
They had absolutely nothing more to gain,
Because they realized that it was time for healing.
They understood that to bear the hatred would confine
Their inner peace, but to forgive would be divine
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2016
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