I do not feel stronger in one way or another. I told her how I felt, perhaps it hurt her, or maybe it didn't. She wanted forgiveness but none could I give. I do not know how at this point in my life, to forgive such an incident or such a person.
I am no longer angry, the anger left me so. Hurt I still am but hurting no more. I do not know now where this rocky road leads or where the trail ends. I am a planner, a designer, an architect to my life but at this moment my blueprints are empty.
The stream of emotions and social response will carry me this time. I will not map out my destination, simply sit on the raft and follow it as it brings me to my destination, trusting that the universe will follow through.
One day I will forgive, at least I think so. I cannot know, I don't know how, but one day I will forgive. I do not know when that day will be, some answers do not flow easily. I am empty of answers, built up emotions. I have nothing.
And the silence is almost calming.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
