I tell myself you bleed like I do. I say that a lot. Over and over like a totem; a psalm to ground me. Same color blood. Same color blood. Same color blood. You hurt. You defend. You love. You need. You live in the same world. Same world. Same color blood. Same. Same. Same.
That’s the place I need to live.
Where you exist in similar spaces, not different.
Still, it’s heavy to forgive you. Knotty, laborious, merciless.
And that torments me fathoms more than you.
But you do too.
For today’s PROMPTuesday, please share your story of forgiveness, of trying to forgive, or of not forgiving.
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