Forgiveness

Forgiveness

It's a gift.
A gift for who?
For me.
Why?
Because I need to be soft.
And open.
And free.

So I say out loud.
"I forgive you."
And my stomach
relaxes.
My heart slows down.
My fists unclench.

The bird outside my window
Sings a beautiful song.
He's free.
He flies to the tip top
and sings.

A smooth, soft song.
takes up the space
of silence
And replaces sadness
with joy.