I often zone out in my thoughts while staying attentive to daily chores, especially cleaning. Firstly, let me be clear: I dislike top-of-the-shelf cleaning, like small talk. I always look forward to deep cleaning, taking everything off the shelf, leaving nothing out, touching even the challenging, unreachable parts, trying new techniques to wash out dirt collected in the corners, and then placing each item back after a good wipe. Anyway, coming back to the topic of forgiveness. While cleaning the sink, I realized that my life journey can be divided into two sections: seeking forgiveness and forgiving others. Every situation, moment, or incident, whatever you want to call it, has had something to do with forgiveness. Okay, maybe not every moment, but there are too many. So now, as I wander on level 40, I often think about how important it is for me to be forgiven. Am I seeking forgiveness, or am I just interested in learning the lesson from that moment? So here are a few words, trying to understand forgiveness.
Too little, too late
I forgive you; I accept.
As I turn the page to next.
Unfair I was,
Unforgivable, you yelled.
I wake up each day
Thinking of our last hug
Under the night sky,
we knew it was never destined to last.
Unable to stand,
Torn insides, numb for good.
I pray to be forgiven
before the insides burn down to ashes.
Storm came and broke all I had,
Rain washed away the Rangoli I made
Broken branches engulf the ground.
Today feels unbearable
Someone forgive
While I let go!
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