Jun 9
Just forgive him
He is too old now
She said
We do not know how many days he has left
I can forgive him, and so can you
She said
But momma—
We are not the same, don’t we?
You can forgive him for the sake of your late mother.
But I am not.
I am who I am.
I forgave him too many times.
I forgave him for my whole life—
For you sake
And your belief in karma.
But there is a limit to what I can forgive him.
Don’t you think?
That your righteousness killing me slowly?
Don’t you know I forgave him before?
Momma, I am not as forgiving and loving as you.
The man who was supposed to protect me, you, and your momma.
He was, is, and will still be the evil of the story I told.
Momma!
See!
Me—the only plant you ever grow
Grow with
The hatred that was nourished by your venom.
Ha! Ma!
You see it now?
This plant is never growing in ecstasy like you expected
But Momma, don’t you ever worry about it.
It will grow as it should be— bruised and broken.
The plant of forgiveness is what I am supposed to be.
But I cannot be what you want me to be
So I ended up being the plant of resentment.
He is too old now
She said
We do not know how many days he has left
I can forgive him, and so can you
She said
But momma—
We are not the same, don’t we?
You can forgive him for the sake of your late mother.
But I am not.
I am who I am.
I forgave him too many times.
I forgave him for my whole life—
For you sake
And your belief in karma.
But there is a limit to what I can forgive him.
Don’t you think?
That your righteousness killing me slowly?
Don’t you know I forgave him before?
Momma, I am not as forgiving and loving as you.
The man who was supposed to protect me, you, and your momma.
He was, is, and will still be the evil of the story I told.
Momma!
See!
Me—the only plant you ever grow
Grow with
The hatred that was nourished by your venom.
Ha! Ma!
You see it now?
This plant is never growing in ecstasy like you expected
But Momma, don’t you ever worry about it.
It will grow as it should be— bruised and broken.
The plant of forgiveness is what I am supposed to be.
But I cannot be what you want me to be
So I ended up being the plant of resentment.
Let me be honest with you guys. I wrote this poem a month ago and I intended to never publish it and here is the reason why I felt that way.
First of all, I am aware that my poems are always rooted in and inspired by my traumas.
At first, I didn't want to publish them because I felt these poems were too emotional, too personal, and too raw. After a month, I realized that it's okay for me to create and share this kind of poem.
Lastly, I hope that in the future I will heal and I can come back to read all of these poems and see how much I have changed for the better.
Have a wonderful day :)
The Escapist 2001
First of all, I am aware that my poems are always rooted in and inspired by my traumas.
At first, I didn't want to publish them because I felt these poems were too emotional, too personal, and too raw. After a month, I realized that it's okay for me to create and share this kind of poem.
Lastly, I hope that in the future I will heal and I can come back to read all of these poems and see how much I have changed for the better.
Have a wonderful day :)
The Escapist 2001
