You have wounded me.
But I can see
my wounding
is from
your own pain.
I refuse
to allow
this relay race
of passing
this baton of hurt
to continue
for even
one more lap.
I will keep
this baton.
I will return to you
loving kindness
and
forgiveness.
And
I will not
concern myself
over
whether you
“get it.”
I
will leave that
between
you
and
God.
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