It's not a matter of forgiveness
Which would imply
A possible next step
A need for more
Or reversion back
To where things were before
They all went so, so wrong.
I do not hold on to the
Ugly mornings, the sweat-streaked
Days of locking and relocking,
The bargaining with god and country
That they would follow my first request
To be simply left alone.
"By the way, no hard feelings
Your
threat is exactly what you should have done to protect yourself."
It was, as it always has been,
Assumed I was concerned or
That I could care whether or not
There were hard feelings there
After a near week of sleeplessness and
fear
And more,
The assumption that I, “seasoned”
in this as it were,
After all my years immediately forgiving
(Otherwise, I think, while staring sleepless at the ceiling,
I would not have this recurrent problem)
Could have any feelings left at all.
To want to be left alone
Is not a feeling.
I have forgiven them long ago
As many, shocked, can attest to.
“But they hurt you.”
No. They
hurt themselves
And if they stopped to think
At all
About the fact that I, and all of us alike,
Wished most of all
For there to be a lack
Of need
For forgiveness,
And that forgiveness is a way of life,
Or we'd all be dead,
They'd comply with the initial
Request.
You were forgiven long ago
As you should have done yourself.
Now go.