Each time I prayed, I promised to forgive those who trespassed against me,
But I stayed imprisoned by my anger, and I couldn’t free him or myself.
The things he did were meant to break me, and even as I tried to mend,
I found that I couldn’t forgive or forget, regardless of pastors who tried to help.
But as the years progressed and I fell into the darkness of depression,
I realized that if I were to ever be released from under his control,
I had to let go of the hatred and anger that kept me shackled to him,
And when I said, “I forgive you,” I found peace and I was made whole.
Written for the Saturday Mix, Opposing Forces, April 10, 2021 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The opposing prompts were imprisoned and free, break and mend. I was immediately reminded that until I forgave my abusers, I couldn’t find peace.