How could I forgive, I would say
Those who harmed me that day
They were people who robbed me
Of my life as it was meant to be..
I had nightmares, I could not sleep
The wounds from that insult did run deep…
Angry I remained, I could not move on
I wanted retribution for the wrong
That had been inflicted on me
So I just wallowed in self pity..
As time passed, our paths never collided
Their lives and mine never coincided
I held on to anger, in my obduracy
Unable to convince myself it was a fallacy
I don’t know if my anger affected their lives at all
But on my life, my anger was taking a heavy toll
That I could forgive, never occurred to me
Until I chanced upon “book therapy”
As I read spellbound about an Auschwitz survivor
I realized forgiving was doing myself a favor…
I worked hard to let go and grant forgiveness
Finally I closed the chapter on my emotional distress.
I understand it is hard to forgive
But holding a grudge is hardly conducive
To living a life of contentment
Where unresolved anger is the driving sentiment..