Friday, June 3, 2011

Letting Go...

I know it still hurts you. I know it still hurts to hear their name. That lump in your throat just aching to take over and steal your voice. Threatening to take control of you and clinging to your heart, with every beat, you feel the past. Like Wisteria climbing the walls of your soul. Weeping. Seething. Aching. Heavy with Sorrow. Tonight though, my love, it is time to let it go.

Nothing comes of holding onto old wounds. Nothing comes of crying for what should have been, or could have been. FORGIVE those who have hurt you. Forgive them wholeheartedly with lungs full of sweet air and arms full of compassion. Let your forgiveness fill every vein , until you succumb to the release that only forgiveness brings. It is time. It is time to do yourself the favor of moving on. It is time to stop letting anger tear you down, limb by limb. Forgiveness is power. It is taking your life back. It is knowing that you survived. That you are not a victim, you are not bitter. You have lived and you have learned.

Forgiveness is having the last laugh, and not a vengeful laugh, but a deep guttural, from the bottom of your belly laugh. Forgiveness is a long sigh on a lily pad, a field of untouched snow, a new chapter. It is the chapter where you realize you're gonna read the book, because you can't put it down now...you want to see what happens next. Forgiveness is not about them. It is about you. Let it go today. Make the choice to not let the past dictate the future. You are where you are for a reason. You followed the path you were supposed to take. Keep going...keep going. Tomorrow is a new day, and you have things to do.



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  1. i try so hard to forgive about a certain something from my past, but it creeps into everyday life. i know dwelling like i often do is just eating me up, but it's like no matter how hard i try - i can't let go. because so much of me is gone that i will NEVER get back, and it should have never happened. and i want to forget, but such small things will spark memories, and so i don't. i wish that part of my brain could get cut out - with all those memories, with all the anger, all the pain.

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