Ask not forgiveness from me
for I am unworthy of such deed.
For how can I forgive you when
there is naught to forgive?
Oh I am unworthy of such deed.
For we are all making out way
through these winding roads,
with their ragged trails and thorny bush,
with our own struggles and pain,
and our ways to deal with the
hurt and regrets.
Oh I shall not condemn you either
for you are my flesh and blood.
Just as my eyes and ears and my limbs are a part of me.
You are a part of me.
Oh how could I possibly forgive a leg
that had grown numb or a toe that had brittle in the cold?
That would be a laughable act.
No dear one, there is nothing to forgive.
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