Forgiven Poem by Michael Eziudo

Nothing makes the heart bleed than the pains from hurts from her loved ones
Yesterday burst the tears forth and once
She tasted the bitterness that she thought was for others
The stabbing went too deep
And the depth for revenge calls

But with love, no offence is weighty
The heart sees her subject as ever lovely
The light on this lane ever shines brightly
Yes, no offence is picked
No darkness was given a chance where it should be locked out
For if it were so?

If it were so
The weight would be cancerous
Shrinking the glowy flesh of this heart
Yet the subject won't have a glimpse
And silent death would be imminent

But for a while she had a deafening aloneness
Worried and wondering
Searching for the friendship that once was
This she won't let go
Tears for hurts taken over by tears for longing
In it all this one thing had won

Forgiveness doesn't exist here in her
Because no offence was recorded
Letting go is what it was all about
Before the pain could impress
She had forgiven
Her only offence for which she pleads the sorry now is
That she hadn't the mind to tell
Offence recording is a rock tied to a drowning man's neck
Forgiven it is, the antidote for heavy heart
So, often as always and as should
Burying the hatchet is key