If I say it doesn't hurt
I lie to my teeth, but
Should I bite still
And never let go till
My teeth fall off?
If I put offenders in cuffs
Because I won't let go
And wield the red bow
Of revenge best shot cold,
Remember it's myself I hold
As a warden stuck with inmates.
In hot tears I let go of my hates,
Wipe ugly memories that bind
And forgive what lies behind.
© July 2020
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