There’s a lot said about grace
and letting go of hurt and anger,
but they never tell you how to manage that.
One day you’re fine and the next day knocked senseless
by yet another wave you didn’t see coming.
You start to wonder if the lies told about you
by someone who should have known better,
who should have known you,
were told to another
and now that person looks at you differently,
treats you differently.
When does this end?
When does it stop stinging?
When can you truly move on?
You know you will never get any recompense or apology,
and truth be told they probably still think they were right and justified …
but is it ever justified to speak ill of another when you can simply talk to them?
It is their own wounded pride talking,
you were just the fall guy for people who wouldn’t be straight with you.
You tell yourself you are letting it go,
you’ve chosen not to pursue it or make your feelings known,
it’s water under the bridge.
Only it’s not.
Because suddenly the current picks up and washes that fragile structure away,
and you are reminded of all you tried to forget.
Your attempt at grace feels flat
and the flavor left behind is not one you want to taste again.
Yet you do,
because the repercussions of this act reverberate
and it becomes a wound that never quite heals.
The place they held in your heart becomes a mess of scar tissue you run your fingers over, reminding you to caution yourself,
because when push comes to shove
with some people
you think you have a place by their side
but you’re about to be thrust off a cliff.
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