It’s ironic that the books of my life are, “Nightmares from My Mother” and “The Audacity of Guilt.” as I wonder why still casually, effortlessly, guised words are used to caress me with guilt. I know now, the guilt does not belong to me.
I cannot accept “your” Guilt - for living “my” Life.
I don’t know where your fear comes from, but I see it now when I hear your words. The fear comes out of you, tangled in your words aimed at my soul. I hear with my heart which is guarded now, so my soul can laugh at the vain attempts of your fear to get in.
I see now, your fear wants to come through and control me. I thought before, you wanted to control me through fear.
Martin Luther King Jr. said,
“Forgiveness is not an occasional act; it is a permanent attitude.”

I forgive the fear in you...
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