Self-Care Poem 1: Forgiveness

Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare. – Audre Lorde

For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds. – 2 Corinthians 10:4

I break chains all by myself, won’t let my freedom rot in hell. – Beyonce

 

Who are you not forgiving in order to be right?

Is it sweet? Your solitude?

Or do you long for connection

borne in peace instead of struggle.

Am I talking about your husband or your father?

Am I talking about your living wound?

Who are you not forgiving in order to be right?

And does their fate intertwine with yours?

Do you feel the weight on your shoulders when you lie down?

Or do you lie and say that you are

merely in a “constant state of rage”

Baldwin had unpublished papers

Are you ready to breathe?

Forgiveness is not about

them.

It is about

You.

Us.

Not weighed down angry weighed down flat weighed down mad

Breathing easy.

My sword does not swing across my own chest.

I forgive you

So that I may rest at night

and hold my energy for someone

who will be set free when the morning comes.

 

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